Not long ago, when I was a student in college, just flying an airplane seemed a dream. But that dream turned into reality.

The remedy for our social evils does not consist so much in changing the system of government as it does in increasing the general intelligence of the people so that they may learn how to govern.

Pilots are drawn to flying because it's a perfect combination of science, romance and adventure.

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

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?

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

This is earth again, the earth where I've lived and now will live once more ... I've been to eternity and back. I know how the dead would feel to live again.