Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And

Let Your Dream Devour Your Life, Not Your Life Devour Your Dream.

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

Flying Is A Man's Job And Its Worries Are A Man's Worries.

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.