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"To accomplish big things I am
convinced you must first dream big dreams. True, it must be
in line with progress, human and divine, or you are wasting your
prayer. It has to be backed by work and faith, or it has no
hands and feet. Maybe there's even an element of luck mixed
in. But I am sure now that, without this master plan, you have nothing.
My own dreams were smaller than some - bigger than others. Some
had flaws in them and fell apart before they could take form.
Others were misguided; the energy behind them had to be redirected
according to a sounder plan, and all is part of this story.
I made buying trips with Father which
were an experience in themselves. It was not all business.
Father had a method of spreading good will, a habit of appropriating
bits of verse or words of wisdom that appealed to him, having them
printed on brightly colored cards with his name on the bottom and
leaving a trail of them in his wake as he made his rounds of the
Territory. He would go fifteen or twenty miles out of his
way to present his latest card to an old Mexican who spoke no English,
or to an Indian scout who couldn't read, or to get the approval
of Father Pelzer at San Marcia. He would recite them aloud
to me in sonorous voice as we lurched and rolled over the rutted
trails and I strongly suspect when I was not along he recited them
with equal relish to the prairie dogs and vultures.
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Family Group (left to right): Felice, Mrs. Mary Hilton,
Connie, Baby Carl, Gus Hilton, Eva
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One bit I remember
to this day....
The man who wins is an average man,
Not built on any particular plan;
Not blessed with any particular luck-
Just steady and earnest
and full of pluck.
The man who wins
is the man who works,
Who neither labor nor trouble shirks;
Who uses his hands, his head,
his eyes-
The man who wins is the man who tries.
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I was twenty-three
years old. I had been working for eleven years.
So far I had earned a partnership in a store in the town in
which I was born. But it was my father's store.
A.H. Hilton & son. A.H. Hilton & Shadow? a small
voice within me was questioning. Wasn't it time I formulated
a dream of my own? I had an idea...
Be Big: Think
Big. Act Big.
Dream Big.
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Hillsborough
Road parade led by veterans.
Col. Gus Hilton, officer of the day,
on foot to left of the parade. 
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Your value is determined by the mold you
yourself make. It doesn't take any more energy to expect to
be the best housewife, the finest cook, the most capable carpenter.
It has been my experience that the
way most people court failure is by misjudging their abilities,
belittling their worth and value. Did you ever think what
can happen to a plain bar of iron, worth about $5.00? The
same iron when made into horseshoes is worth $10.50, If made
into needles, it is worth $3,250.85, and if turned into balance
springs for watches its value jumps to $250,000.
This is true of another kind of material - You!"

The first Hilton hotel, the
Mobley, in Cisco, Texas
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Conrad Hilton
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