English had hit upon a splendid joke. The intended to catch me or to bring me down.

Fighter pilots rove in the area allotted to them in any way they like, and when they spot an enemy they attack and shoot them down.... Everything else is rubbish.

If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.

Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.

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

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.

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