We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.
We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.
A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.
Love is proved in the letting go.
Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.