Listen to the exhortation of the dawn!
Look to this day, for it is life,
The very life of life!
In its brief course lie all the verities
And all the realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth; the glory of action;
The splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
Such is the salutation of the dawn.
"The game is supposed to be fun. If you have a bad day, don't worry about it. You can't expect to get a hit every game."
Who dreams shall live! And if we do not dream
Then we shall build no Temple into Time.
Yon dust cloud, whirling slow against the sun,
Was yesterday's cathedral, stirred to gold
By heedless footsteps of a passing world.
The faiths of stone and steel are failed of proof.
The King who made religion of a Sword
Passes, and is forgotten in a day.
The crown he wore rots at a lily's root,
The rose unfurls her banners o'er his dust.
The dreamer dies, but never dies the dream,
Though Death shall call the whirlwind to his aid,
Enlist men's passions, trick their hearts with hate,
Still shall the Vision live! Say nevermore
That dreams are fragile things. What else endures
Of all this broken world save only dreams!