Life had a different shape; it had new branches and some of the old branches were dead.

I learned what every dreaming child needs to know, that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.

Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane. The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.

all the science of flying has been captured in the breadth of an instrument board, but not the religion of it.

You can live a lifetime and at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.

I suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and men, in their eternal impudence, would hunt mastodon as they now hunt elephant. Impudence seems to be the word. At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.

But, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning things--and of ending things I never thought would end.