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Danh ngôn của Charles Lindbergh (Sứ mệnh: 1)

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
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.
Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?
Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.
We Americans are a primitive people... Americans seem to have little respect for the law or the rights of others.
I am shocked at the attitude of our American troops. They have no respect for death, the courage of an enemy soldier, or many of the ordinary decencies of life.
To be absolutely alone for the first time in the cockpit of a plane hundreds of feet above the ground is an experience never to be forgotten.
Time is no longer endless or the horizon destitute of hope.
After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and the sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
In time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.
There is no shorter road to defeat than by entering a war with inadequate preparation.
Real freedom lies in wildness, not civilization.