Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood and probably will not themselves be realized. Make big plans, aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram, once recorded, will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing, exerting itself with ever growing insistence. Remember that our sons and grandsons will do things that stagger us. May your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.