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

About forty miles away from Paris, I began to see the old trench flares they were sending up at Le Bourget. I knew then I had made it, and as I approached the field with all its lights, it was a simple matter to circle once and then pick a spot sufficiently far away from the crowd to land O.K.

Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?

In time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.

Real freedom lies in wildness, not civilization.