How can Life grant us boon of living, compensate

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

In soloing—as in other activities—it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it. Almost every beginner hops off with a whoop of joy, though he is likely to end his flight with something akin to the D.T.'s.

Ours is the commencement of a flying age, and I am happy to have popped into existence at a period so interesting.

Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release From little things: Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear

I understood. I was a girl-a "nervous lady." I might jump out. There had to be somebody on hand to grab my ankle as I went over. It was no use to explain I had seen aeroplanes before and wasn't excitable. I was not to be permitted to go …

As I look back on the flight I think two questions have been asked me most frequently. First: Was I afraid? Secondly: What did I wear?