“The lure of flying is the lure of beauty.”

There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.

A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.

You can do anything you decide to do.

The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune.

So I accept these awards on behalf of the cake bakers and all of those other women who can do some things quite as important, if not more important, than flying, as well as in the name of women flying today.

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.

My ambition is to have this wonderful gift produce practical results for the future of commercial flying and for the women who may want to fly tomorrow’s planes.

Anticipation, I suppose, sometimes exceeds realization.

Better do a good deed near at home than go far away to burn incense.

Some of us have great runways already built for us. If you have one, take off. But if you don’t have one, realize it is your responsibility to grab a shovel and build one for yourself and for those who will follow after you.

No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another.

Use your fear, it can take you to the place where you store your courage.

Decide whether or not the goal is worth the risks involved. If it is, stop worrying.

It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.

As soon as we left the ground, I knew I had to fly.

Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.

Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up & turn toward the light & that makes them beautiful.

Give me beauty in the inward soul; may the outward and the inward man be at one.

All girls are beautiful in their own way.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.

People will try and confine you in adjectives, they will either declare you beautiful or call you ugly, either way it will box you, rise above their perception of you, free yourself and let your deeds define you.

There is a grandeur in this view of life, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful are being evolved

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.