Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater . . . is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.
Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.
If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.
The murder of a man is still murder, even in wartime.
Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.
Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.