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Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body,

 

but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

 

 

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We are all pirates at heart. There is not one of us who hasn't had a little larceny in his soul. And which one of us wouldn't soar if God had thought there was merit in the idea? So, when we see one of those great widespread pirates soaring across the grain of sea winds we thrill, and we long, and, if we are honest, we curse that we must be men every day. Why not one day a bird! There's an idea, now, one day out of seven a pirate in the sky. What puny power a man can attain by comparison. Compare a 747 with a bird and blush!

 

 

— Roger Caras, 'Birds and Flight,' 1971.

 

 

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By day, or on a cloudless night, a pilot may drink the wine of the gods, but it has an earthly taste; he's a god of the earth, like one of the Grecian deities who lives on worldly mountains and descended for intercourse with men. But at night, over a stratus layer, all sense of the planet may disappear. You know that down below, beneath that heavenly blanket is the earth, factual and hard. But it's an intellectual knowledge; it's a knowledge tucked away in the mind; not a feeling that penetrates the body. And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space.

 

 

— Charles A. Lindbergh, 'The Spirit of St. Louis,' 1953.

 

 

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Knowing 'Chas' Lindbergh as I do, having read everything he ever wrote, plus having visited the Museum in St Louis where all his 'stuff' is. I can only imagine the above quote was written whilst he was hallucinating half way to Paris, due severe lack of sleep...or......heavily wined up with some german 'frueline' during his 1936 visit to Germany !!??...............024_cool.gif.7a88a3168ebd868f5549631161e2b369.gif

 

 

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