Our Survival, The Future Of Our Civilization,

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.

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission.

If We Can Combine Our Knowledge Of Science With The Wisdom Of Wildness, If We Can Nurture Civilization Through Roots In The Primitive, Man's Potentialities Appear To Be Unbounded.

Under The Federal Reserve Act, Panics Are Scientifically Created. The Present Panic Is The First Scientifically Created One, Worked Out As We Figured, A Mathematical Equation.

Any Coward Can Sit In His Home And Criticize A Pilot For Flying Into A Mountain In A Fog. But I Would Rather, By Far, Die On A Mountainside Than In Bed. What Kind Of Man Would Live Where There Is No Daring? And Is Life So Dear That We Should Blame Men For Dying In Adventure? Is There A Better Way To Die?