We grow great by dreams. All big people are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
I am not bound to win, I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to the light I have.