There is no better way to give comfort to an enemy than to divide the people of a nation over the issue of foreign war. There is no shorter road to defeat than by entering a war with inadequate preparation.
I am shocked at the attitude of our American troops. They have no respect for death, the courage of an enemy soldier, or many of the ordinary decencies of life.
Tolerance is a virtue that depends upon peace and strength.
To be absolutely alone for the first time in the cockpit of a plane hundreds of feet above the ground is an experience never to be forgotten.
National polls showed that when England and France declared war on Germany, in 1939, less than 10 percent of our population favored a similar course for America.
Why shouldn't I fly from New York to Paris? I have more than four years of aviation behind me. I've barnstormed over half of the 48 states. I've flown my mail through the worst of nights.
It's almost as easy to stand up as it is to sit down.
The construction of an airplane is simple compared with the evolutionary achievement of a bird. If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
There is no shorter road to defeat than by entering a war with inadequate preparation.
In time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.
Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?
I had four sandwiches when I left New York. I only ate one and a half during the whole trip and drank a little water. I don't suppose I had time to eat any more because, you know, it surprised me how short a distance it is to Europe.
Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values... God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
Real freedom lies in wildness, not civilization.
I owned the world that hour as I rode over it. free of the earth, free of the mountains, free of the clouds, but how inseparably I was bound to them.
I would rather spend one day on Maui than 30 days in the hospital.
I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
Time is no longer endless or the horizon destitute of hope.
