Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?

I belong to a group of men who fly alone. There is only one seat in the cockpit of a fighter airplane. There is no space alotted for another pilot to tune the radios in the weather or make the calls to air traffic control centers or to help with the emergency procedures or to call off the airspeed down final approach. There is no one else to break the solitude of a long cross-country flight. There is no one else to make decisions.

Life's battles don't always go to the strongest or fastest; sooner or later those who win are those who think they can.

The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.

Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood, he thought. They call you devil or they call you god.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however.

One must first learn to fall if one would fly.