Whatever A Man Imagines He Can Attain,

We Are Compelled To Work More Hours Per Day, Receive Less Pay Per Hour, Pay More For What We Buy, And Recieve Less For What We Sell. The Consequence Is That We Must Work Harder And More Hours Per Day Than We Should, And In The End Have Less Than What Is Due To Us As Our Part Of The Advantages, Conveniences And Opportunities Resulting From Advancing Civilization.

Possibly Everyone Will Travel By Air In Another Fifty Years. I'm Not Sure I Like The Idea Of Millions Of Planes Flying Around Overhead. I Love The Sky's Unbroken Solitude. I Don't Like To Think Of It Cluttered Up By Aircraft, As Roads Are Cluttered Up By Cars. I Feel Like The Western Pioneer When He Saw Barbed-wire Fence Lines Encroaching On His Open Plains. The Success Of His Venture Brought The End Of The Life He Loved.

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 .

One Boy's A Boy, Two Boys Are Half A Boy; Three Boys Are No Boy At All.

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission. It Roots In A Bare Wisdom That Exists In Senses More Than Mind, A Wisdom That, In Primitive Form, Evolved The Mind Which So Often Overlooks It.