I always thought that my airplane conveyed a silent sermon. To the earthbound observer, its silhouette was the shape of the cross on which Jesus was crucified. – E.R. Trimble
Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, Im at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know. – Henry Lawson