“Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you.”

Learning is finding out what you already know.

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.

The simplest things are often the truest.

There’s a spirit in anything, I think, into which we weave our soul. Not many pilots talk about it, but they think about it in the quiet dark of a night flight.

To bring anything into your life, imagine that it’s already there.

Allow the world to live as it chooses, and allow yourself to live as you choose.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you’re alive, it isn’t.

Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.

I’ve owned 41 airplanes. A few of them would talk with me. This little seaplane, though, we’ve had long conversations in flight.

Live never to be ashamed if anything you say or do is published around the world, even if what is said is not true.

A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.

You are always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.

Just as musicians feel about scores and melodies, dancers about the steps and flow of music, so we’re one with the principle of flight, the magic of being aloft in the wind!

Not being known doesn’t stop the truth from being true.

In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice.

Aerodynamics is mathematics for those who haven’t learned to do calculus. In my case, too, for one who hasn’t learned to add or multiply, at least the first time.

The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

I started reading about people of great accomplishment… and it dawned on me suddenly that the person who has the most to do with what happens in your life is you.

There is a line drawn by God, a boundary where by virtue of his own very presence Satan’s writ does not run. Let God but occupy all the space himself, and what room is left for the evil one?

He knew them only ‘in Braille’ – the curtains were never drawn back in the rooms in Oxford where he met those boys. It was the most sordid life you can imagine. And he was bleating about love and dragging the fair name of Mr. Plato into the trial – after a life like that?

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.