I Hope You Either Take Up Parachute

The Improvement Of Our Way Of Life Is More Important Than The Spreading Of It. If We Make It Satisfactory Enough, It Will Spread Automatically. If We Do Not, No Strength Of Arms Can Permanently Oppose It.

The Individual Is At The Apex Of His Species' Past, At The Entrance To Its Future.

Science, Freedom, Beauty, Adventure: What More Could You Ask Of Life? Aviation Combined All The Elements I Loved. There Was Science In Each Curve Of An Airfoil, In Each Angle Between Strut And Wire, In The Gap Of A Spark Plug Or The Color Of The Exhaust Flame. There Was Freedom In The Unlimited Horizon, On The Open Fields Where One Landed. A Pilot Was Surrounded By Beauty Of Earth And Sky. He Brushed Treetops With The Birds, Leapt Valleys And Rivers, Explored The Cloud Canyons He Had Gazed At As A Child. Adventure Lay In Each Puff Of Wind.

It Is About A Period In Aviation Which Is Now Gone, But Which Was Probably More Interesting Than Any The Future Will Bring. As Time Passes, The Perfection Of Machinery Tends To Insulate Man From Contact With The Elements In Which He Lives. The 'stratosphere' Planes Of The Future Will Cross The Ocean Without Any Sense Of The Water Below. Like A Train Tunneling Through A Mountain, They Will Be Aloof From Both The Problems And The Beauty Of The Earth's Surface.

If I Had To Choose, I Would Rather Have Birds Than Airplanes.