One Boy's A Boy, Two Boys Are

It Was That Quality That Led Me Into Aviation In The First Place — It Was A Love Of The Air And Sky And Flying, The Lure Of Adventure, The Appreciation Of Beauty. It Lay Beyond The Descriptive Words Of Man — Where Immortality Is Touched Through Danger, Where Life Meets Death On Equal Plane; Where Man Is More Than Man, And Existence Both Supreme And Valueless At The Same Instant.

Success Is Not Measured By What A Man Accomplishes, But By The Opposition He Has Encountered And The Courage With Which He Has Maintained The Struggle Against Overwhelming Odds.

I Can't Get Used To The Ease With Which One Covers The World Today. It's No Longer An Effort--pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's Just A Question Of Which Way You Point The Nose Of Your Plane. The Pure Joy Of Flight As An Art Has Given Way To The Pure Efficiency Of Flight As A Science.... Science Is Insulating Man From Life -- Separating His Mind From His Senses. The Worst Of It Is That It Soon Anaesthetizes His Senses So That He Doesn't Know What He's Missing.

In Wilderness I Sense The Miracle Of Life.

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.