We are in the grip of a scientific materialism, caught in a vicious cycle where our security today seems to depend on regimentation and weapons which will ruin us tomorrow.

If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.

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.

Life without risks is not worth living.

Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see .

I would rather live one day in Maui than one month in New York.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

If one took no chances, one would not fly at all. Safety lies in the judgment of the chances one takes.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Hope of God is fulfilled when the kingdom of God extends to all the earth

A god without wrath, without intimidation, without punishment, without hell? It would be a paper tiger, a teddy bear!

Every moment offers a great opportunity to write.

We all lose our looks eventually better develop your character and interest in life.

He said, "You have pigs in this poem; pigs are not poetic." I got up and walked out of that class and never went back.

Male and female are the first things we learn because they represent the polarity of existence.

Here I am, a product of something really vicious, product of the Atlantic slave trade. And yet, I give nary a thought to some of the awful things happening right now in the world.

Look, we have a very lousy system for retraining workers that get disrupted.

Good writing ... involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.

No one can help another very much in these crises of life; but love and sympathy count for something.