After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

Time is an abstraction which, on earth, exists only for the human brain it has evolved.

But accuracy means something to me. It's vital to my sense of values. I've learned not to trust people who are inaccurate. Every aviator knows that if mechanics are inaccurate. aircraft crash.

I don't believe in taking unnecessary risks, but a life without risk isn't worth living.

I believe that for permanent survival, man must balance science with other qualities of life, qualities of body and spirit as well as those of mind - qualities he cannot develop when he lets mechanics and luxury insulate him too greatly from the earth to which he was born.

Alone? Is he alone at whose right side rides Courage, with Skill within the cockpit and faith upon the left? Does solitude surround the brave when Adventure leads the way and Ambition reads the dials? Is there no company with him, for whom the air is cleft by Daring and the darkness made light by Emprise?

We cannot allow the natural passions and prejudices of other peoples to lead our country to destruction.