Beyond the realms of what we see, into the regions or the unexplored limited only by our imaginations.

The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who... looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space... on the infinite highway of the air.

We are poor mortals, but it dreams to us that we can fly.

The best business ideas have yet to be tried. The best books have yet to be written. The best relationships have yet to be formed.

It's not too late. The space of possibilities is endless. The most interesting terrain remains unexplored.

There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Escape may be checked by water and land,
but the air and the sky are free.

Today, we commit to this next great leap into the cosmos because we're human, and our nature is to fly.

He opens our eyes on new horizons and unveils a mysterious, unknown world to us. (p65)

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.

No limits but the sky.

Human beings set out to encounter other worlds, other civilizations, without having fully gotten to know their own hidden recesses, their blind alleys, well shafts, dark barricaded doors.

..not the familiar paradise, but the unknown - somewhere in a continent that hasn’t been discovered yet by anyone from the civilized countries - I have escaped [in his prints!] because it is almost unbearable to be in our world.

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.