Without my airplane I am an ordinary man, and a useless one - a trainer without a horse, a sculptor without marble, a priest without a god. Without an airplane I am a lonely consumer of hamburgers.

I don't think creativity is mine to maintain. It automatically comes when we declare that "I am an expression of life, and life will express itself through me in the most playful and wonderful of ways, if I let it."

Believe you know all the answers, and you know all the answers. Believe you're a master, and you are.

We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.

Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we'll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.

In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime.