Flying Is A Man's Job And Its

Behind All Seen Things Lies Something Vaster; Everything Is But A Path, A Portal Or A Window Opening On Something Other Than Iteself.

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.

In Giving You Are Throwing A Bridge Across The Chasm Of Your Solitude.

It Would Have Been Better To Come Back At The Same Hour,” Said The Fox. “if, For Example, You Came At Four O’clock In The Afternoon, Then At Three O’clock I Shall Begin To Be Happy. I Shall Feel Happier And Happier As The Hour Advances. At Four O’clock, I Shall Already Be Worrying And Jumping About. I Shall Show You How Happy I Am! But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You . . . One Must Observe The Proper Rites . . .

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.