We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winters evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; they nurse them through bad days until they bring them to the sunshine and the light that always comes to those who sincerely hope than their dreams will come true.
- Woodrow Wilson
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