Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.

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

Of course, with the increasing number of aeroplanes one gains increased opportunities for shooting down one's enemies, but at the same time, the possibility of being shot down one's self increases.

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

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.

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