Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty.

It was Chicago with its World's Fair which vivified the national desire for civic beauty.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized.

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

Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die, but long after we are gone be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistence.