Villages and woods, meadows and chateaux, pass across the moving scene, out of which the whistling of locomotives throws sharp notes. These faint, piercing sounds, together with the yelping and barking of dogs, are the only noises that reach one… — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
The balloon seems to stand still in the air while the earth flies past underneath. — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
To propel a dirigible balloon through the air is like pushing a candle through a brick wall. — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
Now my playmates never failed to wink and smile mockingly at me when one of them called 'Man flies!' for at the word I would always lift my finger very high, as a sign of absolute conviction; and I refused with energy to pay the forfeit. The more they laughed at me, the happier I was, hoping that some day… — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share
I never thought that my creation, would allow brothers to kill brothers. (after seeing his invention being used in war, The Airplane) Alberto Santos-Dumont — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
Villages and woods, meadows and chateaux, pass across the moving scene, out of which the whistling of locomotives throws sharp notes. These faint, piercing… — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
