At the end of the first half-century of engine-driven flight, we are confronted with the stark fact that the historical significance of aircraft has been primarily military and destructive.

I know there is infinity beyond ourselves. I wonder if there is infinity within.

If we can combine our knowledge of science with the wisdom of wildness, if we can nurture civilization through roots in the primitive, man's potentialities appear to be unbounded, Through this evolving awareness, and his awareness of that awareness, he can emerge with the miraculous-to which we can attach what better name than 'God'? And in this merging, as long sensed by intuition but still only vaguely perceived by rationality, experience may travel without need for accompanying life.

Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.

If one took no chances, one would not fly at all. Safety lies in the judgment of the chances one takes.

Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values. God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.

Why should anyone think a white skin superior in evaluating the qualities of human life? I did not really admire a white skin so much myself. Did I not prefer the brown skin that came with exposure to the sun?