Octave Chanute Quotes

“Let us hope that the advent of a successful flying machine, now only dimly foreseen and nevertheless thought to be possible, will bring nothing but good into the world; that it shall abridge distance, make all parts of the globe accessible, bring men into closer relation with each other, advance civilization, and hasten the promised era in which there shall be nothing but peace and goodwill among all men.”

“If u are tree, i'll be your shadow,If you free, i'll be your hobbie,If you fly,i'll be your wings,If you cry,i'll be your tears,If you are high,i'll be Your wine,If you are mad,I'll be You Love,If You are Life,I'll Be your Soul!OctavE”

“I don't know notes or octaves or the difference between sharp and flat, but I know music makes everything more.”

“I did not know what she suffered from, but I knew that her malady must have been horrible; I knew that from the way she used to embrace me.”

“‎The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.”

“You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you find absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.”

“The note is the same, I fancy, be the octave high or low.”

“Life is filled with all goods and bads around each one of us,It's our rights to choose the path and we are responsible of all our deeds and consequences.”

“While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.”

“And she laughed, a full octave, descending from high C like chimes.”