Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter
Any coward can sit at home and criticize a pilot for flying into a mountain in a fog. But I would rather by far die on a mountainside than in bed.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.