skyward journey Quotes

World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night. And I'm in flight. The sky's a wheel, a merry-go-round of wings and snow and steel, and fire. We'll tread the sky, we'll ride the scarlet horses.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Ah, to be a bird. To fly the skies, sing my song, and best of all occasionally peck someone's eyes out.

All arts his own, the hungry Greekling counts; And bid him mount the skies, the skies he mounts.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

Start using your wings; they need some exercise.