It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself.

In the mind and nature of a man a secret is an ugly thing, like a hidden physical defect.

You know you are truly alive when you’re living among lions.

I felt that Paris was illuminated by a splendor possessed by no other places.

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.

Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.

Here I am, where I am supposed to be.