Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.

At first you can stand the spotlight in your eyes. Then it blinds you. Others can see you, but you cannot see them.

Flying has torn apart the relationship of space and time: it uses our old clock but with new yardsticks.

Any coward can sit in his home and criticize a pilot for flying into a mountain in a fog. But I would rather, by far, die on a mountainside than in bed. What kind of man would live where there is no daring? And is life so dear that we should blame men for dying in adventure? Is there a better way to die?

I believe the risks I take are justified by the sheer love of the life I lead.

Life without risks is not worth living.

Life's values originate in circumstances over which the individual has no control.