For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I'll feel. By four I'll be excited and worried; I'll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any od time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart... There must be rites.

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

The airplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth.

Man is but a network of relationships and these alone matter to him.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

The one thing that matters is the effort. It continues, whereas the end to be attained is but an illusion of the climber, as he fares on and on from crest to crest; and once the goal is reached it has no meaning.

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