Aviation is proof that given, the will, we have the capacity to achieve the impossible.

I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.

Let the moment come when nothing is left but life, and you will find that you do not hesitate over the fate of material possessions.

And I have yet to find one single individual who has attained conspicuous success in bringing down enemy aeroplanes who can be said to be spoiled either by his successes or by the generous congratulations of his comrades. If he were capable of being spoiled he would not have had the character to have won continuous victories, for the smallest amount of vanity is fatal in aeroplane fighting. Self-distrust rather is the quality to which many a pilot owes his protracted existence.

I can see that aerial warfare is actually scientific murder.

Flying saucers are real. Too many good men have seen them, that don't have hallucinations.

Within the next few decades, autos will have folding wings that can be spread when on a straight stretch of road so that the machine can take to the air.