Pilots & Planes

*Authors are unknown, unless otherwise noted.

Any coward can sit in his home and criticize a pilot for flying into a mountain in a fog. But I would rather, by far, die on a mountainside than in bed. What kind of man would live where there is no daring? And is life so dear that we should blame men for dying in adventure? Is there a better way to die?
~ Charles Lindbergh Jr. 

Flying is the second greatest thrill known to man...landing is the first!

God is my co-pilot, but the Devil is my bombardier.

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?"

If we were meant to fly, we wouldn't keep losing our luggage.

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
~Leonardo da Vinci

Ticket agent to customer:
"We just managed to squeeze you in, sir. You'll be sitting next to the pilot."

Whenever we safely land in a plane, we promise God a little something.
~ Mignon McLaughlin

Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes?
Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?

Prayer For A Pilot
Lord of Sea and Earth and Air,
Listen to the Pilot's prayer-
Send him wind that's steady and strong,
Grant that his engine sings the song
Of flawless tone, by which he knows
It shall not fail him where he goes;
Landing, gliding, in curve, half-roll-
Grant him, O Lord, a full control,
That he may learn in heights of Heaven
The rapture altitude has given,
That he shall know the joy they feel
Who ride Thy realms on Birds of Steel.
~Cecil Roberts~

High Flight
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or 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.
~John Gillespie Magee Jr.