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

will be a living thing,

asserting itself

with ever-growing insistency.

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

Let your watchword

be Order and your beacon Beauty.