Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

Half a calamity is better than a whole one.

It seems to me that the conquest of the air is the only major task for our generation.

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

We had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of God… Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass – a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a day’s heat, fell dusty.

They taught me that no man could be their leader except he ate the ranks' food, wore their clothes, lived level with them, and yet appeared better in himself.