In wilderness I sense the miracle of life.

In a time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.

Air power is new to all our countries. It brings advantages to some and weakens others; it calls for readjustment everywhere.

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

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.

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.

Is cruelty a moral judgment if it is fundamental to forms of life? Who is man to say that the workings of nature, and therefore of the divine plan of which he himself is part, are cruel?