I have lifted my plane . . . for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the Earth into the air without knowing the uncertainty and the exhilaration of first-born adventure.

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing

I know animals more gallant than the African warthog, but none more courageous. He is the peasant of the plains - the drab and dowdy digger in the earth. He is the uncomely but intrepid defender of family, home, and bourgeois convention, and he will fight anything of any size that intrudes upon his smug existence. ... His eyes are small and lightless and capable of but one expression - suspicion. What he does not understand, he suspects, and what he suspects, he fights.

In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.

Success feeds confidence.

Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.

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