Charles Augustus Lindbergh (February 4, 1902 – August 26, 1974), nicknamed Slim, Lucky Lindy, and The Lone Eagle, was an American aviator, author, inventor, explorer, and social activist. As a 25-year-old U.S. Air Mail pilot, he emerged suddenly from virtual obscurity to instantaneous world fame as the result of his Orteig Prize-winning solo non-stop flight on May 20–21, 1927, made from Roosevelt Field in Garden City on New York's Long Island to Le Bourget Field in Paris, France, a distance of nearly 3,600 statute miles (5,800 km), in the single-seat, single-engine purpose-built Ryan monoplane Spirit of St. Louis. Lindbergh was the first person in history to be in New York one day and Paris the next. A U.S. Army Air Corps Reserve officer, he was also awarded the nation's highest military decoration, the Medal of Honor, for his historic exploit. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
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After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
I believe the risks I take are justified by the sheer love of the life I lead.
I have seen the science I worshiped, and the aircraft I loved, destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.
I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
Isn't it strange that what we talk least about the things we think about most?
Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter.
Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquest...
Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation, in turn, becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on to the future.
Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.
Science is insulating man from life- separating his mind from his senses. The worst of it is that it soon anaesthetises his senses so that he doesn't know what he's missing.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
What kind of man would live where there is no danger? I don't believe in taking foolish chances. But nothing can be accomplished by not taking a chance at all.
Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.
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