I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.
Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.
The quality of the box matters little. Success depends upon the man who sits in it.
I started shooting when I was much too far away. That was merely a trick of mine. I did not mean so much as to hit him as to frighten him, and I succeeded in catching him. He began flying curves and this enabled me to draw near.
If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.
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.