I know there is infinity beyond ourselves. I wonder if there is infinity within.

I have seen the science I worshiped, and the aircraft I loved, destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.

The essence of life, I concluded, did not lie in the material. It penetrated, but was not bound to, the physical world of science.

In honoring the Wright Brothers, it is customary and proper to recognize their contribution to scientific progress. But I believe it is equally important to emphasize the qualities in their pioneering life and the character in man that such a life produced. The Wright Brothers balanced sucess with modesty, science with simplicity. At Kitty Hawk their intellects and senses worked in mutual support. They represented man in balance, and from that balance came wings to lift a world.

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.

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?

If I were entering adulthood now instead of in the environment of fifty years ago, I would choose a career that kept me in touch with nature more than science. ... Too few natural areas remain; both by intent and by indifference we have insulated ourselves from the wilderness that produced us.