What freedom lies in flying, what Godlike power it gives to men . . . I lose all consciousness in this strong unmortal space crowded with beauty, pierced with danger.

As civilization advances, man grows unconscious of the primitive elements of life; he is separated from them by his perfection of material techniques.

Man has risen so far above all other species that he competes in ways unique in nature. He fights by means of complicated weapons; he fights for ends remote in time.

From now on, depressions will be scientifically created.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life.

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.