If I had not been defeated in Acre against Jezzar Pasha of Turk. I would conquer all of the East.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

My star was fading, I felt the reins slipping out of my grasp, and could do nothing to stop it.

In war, groping tactics, half-way measures, lose everything.

I have always felt it is my destiny to build a machine that would allow man to fly.

Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny.