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 not die, but long after we are gone be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistence.

Big dreams create the magic that stir men's souls to greatness.

There are two times of the year that stir the blood. In the fall, for the hunt, and now for lacrosse.

Nature has left this tincture in the blood, That all men would be tyrants if they could

Nature has left this tincture in the blood, That all men would be tyrants if they could.