Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?
It is the greatest shot of adrenaline to be doing what you’ve wanted to do so badly. You almost feel like you could fly without the plane.
I am shocked at the attitude of our American troops. They have no respect for death, the courage of an enemy soldier, or many of the ordinary decencies of life.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
In time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
I have seen the science I worshiped, and the aircraft I loved, destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.
Tolerance is a virtue that depends upon peace and strength.
After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and the sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter.
We must learn from the sermons of Christ, the wisdom of Laotzu, the teachings of Buddha.
Flying a good airplane doesn’t require near as much attention as a motor car.
Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.
To be absolutely alone for the first time in the cockpit of a plane hundreds of feet above the ground is an experience never to be forgotten.
Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.