From now on, depressions will be scientifically created.
Why should anyone think a white skin superior in evaluating the qualities of human life? I did not really admire a white skin so much myself. Did I not prefer the brown skin that came with exposure to the sun?
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
Life without risks is not worth living.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life?
I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.
Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.
Accuracy means something to me. It’s vital to my sense of values. I’ve learned not to trust people who are inaccurate. Every aviator knows that if mechanics are inaccurate, aircraft crash. If pilots are inaccurate, they get lost-sometimes killed. In my profession life itself depends on accuracy.
Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see .
Flying has torn apart the relationship of space and time: it uses our old clock but with new yardsticks.
If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
I would rather live one day in Maui than one month in New York.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
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.
Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.
We are in the grip of a scientific materialism, caught in a vicious cycle where our security today seems to depend on regimentation and weapons which will ruin us tomorrow.
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.
I believe the risks I take are justified by the sheer love of the life I lead.
Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?