You are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.

Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...

You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.

You teach best that which you need most to learn.

For pilots sometimes see behind the curtain, behind the veil of gossamer velvet, and find the truth behind man, the force behind a universe.

If you want to meet someone who can fix any situation you don't like, who can bring you happiness in spite of what other people say or believe, look in a mirror, then say this magic word: 'Hello.'

The highest art form of all is a human being in control of himself and his airplane in flight, urging the spirit of a machine to match his own.