“I’m learning kite surfing. It’s a little surfboard you have on your feet with straps, and you have a big kite like a power glider in the air that pulls you. You don’t need waves to move, and it makes a big spray of water as you go.”

What the history of aviation has brought in the 20th century should inspire us to be inventors and explorers ourselves in the new century.

Pioneering spirit should continue, not to conquer the planet or space … but rather to improve the quality of life.

Welcome to those who believe in the power of dreams and who would like to join me in my exploration of life.

Adventure is something out of the usual pattern, a point at which you cannot avoid confronting the unknown, so that you have to dig inside yourself to find the courage and resources to deal with what may lie ahead, and to succeed.

My life and the life of my family has to do with exploration, with adventure. My grandfather was the first man in the stratosphere, and my father was the first to touch the deepest point in the ocean… For me, adventure and exploration is something in the blood.

Nothing can prevent us from another day and night, and the myth of perpetual flight.

A movie I must have seen 10 times is ‘Jonathan Livingston Seagull.’ It’s an old movie, but still such a beautiful message. If I had only one film I could take on my computer on a desert island, I would take ‘Jonathan Livingston Seagull.’

The pioneering spirit is less about thinking up new ideas, as ridding ourselves of dogmas and habits that hold us captive in thinking.

The way the public sees it is this. If we don’t leave, we are idiots. If we do leave but don’t succeed in our mission, we are incompetent. But if we do succeed, it’s because it was easy and anyone could have done it.

We know that dreams fuel innovation.

Being five-foot-ten at fourteen years old was a little bit scary.

May Mary, who in the freedom of her ‘Fiat’ and her presence at the foot of the cross, offered to the world, Jesus, the Liberator, help us to find him in the Sacrament of the altar

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

A miniature village in Bournemouth caught fire and the flames could be seen nearly three feet away.

The world is all the richer for having a devil in it, so long as we keep our foot upon his neck.

I got my best foot forward onto greener grass, cause there ain’t no future living in the past.

When the foot of the’ mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

Kinsey was six foot five, and he had this leader of men quality.