Make no little plans
they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not 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 be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistency.

Remember that our sons and our grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us.

Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.