I am not a labor hater.

When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of white clouds up in the blue, I begin to think how it would feel to be up somewhere above it winging swiftly thought the clear air, watching the earth below, and the men on it, no bigger than ants.

I pay those guys to fly, so let them fly. I’ll be damned if I’ll pay them to just sit there.

Flying is one of the safest jobs in the Army as long as you don’t drop out. If you do drop out, you are a dead man, and dropping out means, usually, that you have made a mistake or let go of your grip.

There is a peculiar gratification in receiving congratulations from one’s squadron for a victory in the air. It is worth more to a pilot than the applause of the whole outside world.

I’ve cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I’ll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.

Flying saucers are real. Too many good men have seen them, that don’t have hallucinations.

Courage is about doing what you’re afraid to do.

I can give you a six-word formula for success: “Think things through – then follow through.”

Think positively and masterfully, with confidence and faith, and life becomes more secure, more fraught with action, richer in achievement and experience.