I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.

One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.