Is He Alone Who Has Courage On

I Was Astonished At The Effect My Successful Landing In France Had On The Nations Of The World. To Me, It Was Like A Match Lighting A Bonfire.

While My Hand Is On The Stick, My Feet On The Rudder, And My Eyes On The Compass, This Consciousness, Like A Winged Messenger, Goes Out To Visit The Waves Below, Testing The Warmth Of Water, The Speed Of Wind, The Thickness Of Intervening Clouds. It Goes North To The Glacial Coasts Of Greenland, Over The Horizon To The Edge Of Dawn, Ahead To Ireland, England, And The Continent Of Europe, Away Through Space To The Moon And Stars, Always Returning, Unwillingly, To The Mortal Duty Of Seeing That The Limbs And Muscles Have Attended Their Routine While It Was Gone.

Is He Alone Who Has Courage On His Right Hand And Faith On His Left Hand?

I'm Not Bound To Be In Aviation At All. I'm Here Only Because I Love The Sky And Flying More Than Anything Else On Earth. Of Course There's Danger; But A Certain Amount Of Danger Is Essential To The Quality Of Life. I Don't Believe In Taking Foolish Chances' But Nothing Can Be Accomplished Without Taking Any Chance At All.

Aviation Has Struck A Delicately Balanced World, A World Where Stability Was Already Giving Way To The Pressure Of New Dynamic Forces, A World Dominated By A Mechanical, Materialist, Western European Civilization.