Science has toiled too long forging weapons for fools to use. It is time she held her hand.
All men, however highly educated, retain some superstitious inklings.
I see knowledge increasing and human power increasing, I see everincreasing possibilities before life, and I see no limits set to it all. Existence impresses me as a perpetual dawn. Our lives, as I apprehend them, swim in expectation.
No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft.
Nothing remains interesting where anything may happen.
Few people who know of the work of Langley, Lilienthal, Pilcher, Maxim and Chanute but will be inclined to believe that long before the year 2000 A.D., and very probably before 1950, a successful aeroplane will have soared and come home safe and sound.