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.

Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.

As a little boy of eleven I entered the Cadet Corps. I was not particularly eager to become a Cadet, but my father wished it. So my wishes were not consulted.

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

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

What's the hurry? Are you afraid I won't come back?