Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.

The quality of the box matters little. Success depends upon the man who sits in it.

Everything depends on whether we have for opponents those French tricksters or those daring rascals, the English. I prefer the English. Frequently their daring can only be described as stupidity. In their eyes it may be pluck and daring.

When one has shot down one's first, second or third opponent, then one begins to find out how the trick is done.

The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater . . . is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.

One can become enthusiastic over anything. For a time I was delighted with bomb throwing. It gave me a tremendous pleasure to bomb those fellows from above.