"Oh, how thankful I am that He made me a pilot. I know had this not occurred for me there would have been a lasting, indefinable, void. There is almost no way to express the true feelings one finds in those early morning takeoffs, when the air is cool, the air is velvet smooth, and the world is still and quiet. Or, that exquisite loneliness one feels by one's self at night, with the earth so far, far, below and a canopy of stars so near you can touch them.... 

The pilot gives, with blind, childlike faith...his life..to his airplane and engine. 

There is something clean and pure, perhaps even Godly, in the vast spaces of the sky that is the pilot's home. The symphony is the sound of his engine and his airplane in consort." 

Well said....whoever you might be....