I learned that danger is relative, and the inexperience can be a magnifying glass.

It was that quality that led me into aviation in the first place — it was a love of the air and sky and flying, the lure of adventure, the appreciation of beauty. It lay beyond the descriptive words of man — where immortality is touched through danger, where life meets death on equal plane; where man is more than man, and existence both supreme and valueless at the same instant.

Whatever a man imagines he can attain, if he doesn't become too arrogant and encroach on the rights of the gods.

Science intensifies religious truth by cleansing it of ignorance and superstition.

The life of an aviator seemed to me ideal. It involved skill. It brought adventure. It made use of the latest developments of science. Mechanical engineers were fettered to factories and drafting boards while pilots have the freedom of wind with the expanse of sky. There were times in an aeroplane when it seemed I had escaped mortality to look down on earth like a God.

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

I hope you either take up parachute jumping or stay out of single motored airplanes at night.