Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machinemade beauty, the minerallike q
If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
But I have seen the science I worshipped and the aircraft I loved destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.
Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?
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.
It was not the outer granduer of the Roman but the inner simplicity of the Christian that lived <br/>through the ages.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
It is the greatest shot of adrenaline to be doing what you have wanted to do so badly. You almost feel like you could fly without the plane.
I owned the world that hour as I rode over it. free of the earth, free of the mountains, free of the clouds, but how inseparably I was bound to them.
Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?
Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.
Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values... God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
Here was a place where men and life and death had reached the lowest form of degradation. How could any reward in national progress even faintly justify the establishment and operation of such a place?