If A Thing Is Old, It Is

There Is A Peculiar Gratification In Receiving Congratulations From One's Squadron For A Victory In The Air. It Is Worth More To A Pilot Than The Applause Of The Whole Outside World.

I Pay Those Guys To Fly, So Let Them Fly. I'll Be Damned If I'll Pay Them To Just Sit There.

I Am Not Such An Egotist As To Believe That God Has Spared Me Because I Am I. I Believe There Is Work For Me To Do And That I Am Spared To Do It, Just As You Are.

Let The Moment Come When Nothing Is Left But Life, And You Will Find That You Do Not Hesitate Over The Fate Of Material Possessions.

And I Have Yet To Find One Single Individual Who Has Attained Conspicuous Success In Bringing Down Enemy Aeroplanes Who Can Be Said To Be Spoiled Either By His Successes Or By The Generous Congratulations Of His Comrades. If He Were Capable Of Being Spoiled He Would Not Have Had The Character To Have Won Continuous Victories, For The Smallest Amount Of Vanity Is Fatal In Aeroplane Fighting. Self-distrust Rather Is The Quality To Which Many A Pilot Owes His Protracted Existence.