The first prerequisite of an advanced being is a sense of humor.

One of the cosmic laws, I think, is that whatever we hold in our thought will come true in our experience.

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.

If it's never our fault, we can't take responsibility for it. If we can't take responsibility for it, we'll always be its victim.

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah.

As you believe, so it is for you.

And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own.