Man Must Feel The Earth To Know

The Idea Of Racial Inferiority Or Superiority Is Foreign To Me. I Can't Feel Inferior Or Superior To Another Man Because Of Race, Or In Any Way Antagonistic To Him. I Judge By The Individual, Not By His Race, And Have Always Done So. I Would Rather Have One Of My Children Marry Into A Good Family Of Any Race Than Into A Bad Family Of Any Other Race.

Wind, Weather, Power, Load - Gradually These Elements Stop Churning In My Mind. It's Less A Decision Of Logic Than A Feeling, The Kind Of Feeling That Comes When You Gauge The Distance To Be Jumped Between Two Stones Across A Brook. Something Within You Disengages Itself From Your Body And Travels Ahead With Your Vision To Make The Test. You Can Feel It Try The Jump As You Stand Looking. Then Uncertainty Gives Way To The Conviction That It Can Or Can't Be Done.

True, The Fragile Bodies Of His Fellows Do Not Weigh Down His Plane; True, The Fretful Minds Of Weaker Men Are Missing From His Crowded Cabin; But As His Airship Keeps Its Course He Holds Communion With Those Rare Spirits That Inspire To Intrepidity And By Their Sustaining Potency Give Strength To Arm, Resource To Mind, Content To Soul. Alone? With What Other Companions Would Man Fly To Whom The Choice Were Given?

Success Is Not Measured By What A Man Accomplishes, But By The Opposition He Has Encountered And The Courage With Which He Has Maintained The Struggle Against Overwhelming Odds.

Time Is An Abstraction Which, On Earth, Exists Only For The Human Brain It Has Evolved.