God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.

Wind, weather, power, load - gradually these elements stop churning in my mind. It's less a decision of logic than a feeling, the kind of feeling that comes when you gauge the distance to be jumped between two stones across a brook. Something within you disengages itself from your body and travels ahead with your vision to make the test. You can feel it try the jump as you stand looking. Then uncertainty gives way to the conviction that it can or can't be done.

After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values. God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.

[I] grew up as a disciple of science. I know its fascination. I have felt the godlike power man derives from his machines.

We can so reconstruct society that it will be self-perpetuating instead of as now, self-exhaustive.

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.