An Irish Airman foresees his Death Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love, My country is Tartan Cross, My countrymen Tartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.

— W.B. Yeats

A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

— Eoin Colfer

Owning a drone does not a pilot make.

— Alex Morritt

Victor Vinny: A monkey glances up and sees a banana, and that's as far as he looks. A visionary looks up and sees the moon. Conor Lockhart: Which resembles a giant banana.

— Eoin Colfer

You must be a light unto yourself.

— Jiddu Krishnamurti