We Are All Consumers And Should All

Ideas Are Like Seeds, Apparently Insignificant When First Held In The Hand. Once Firmly Planted, They Can Grow And Flower Into Almost Anything At All, A Cornstalk, Or A Giant Redwood, Or A Flight Across The Ocean. Whatever A Man Imagines, He Can Achieve.

I Grow Aware Of Various Forms Of Man And Of Myself. I Am Form And I Am Formless, I Am Life And I Am Matter, Mortal And Immortal. I Am One And Many -- Myself And Humanity In Flux.

I Would Rather Live One Day In Maui Than One Month In New York.

At The End Of The First Half-century Of Engine-driven Flight, We Are Confronted With The Stark Fact That The Historical Significance Of Aircraft Has Been Primarily Military And Destructive.

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.