The Important Thing In Aeroplanes Is That

The Murder Of A Man Is Still Murder, Even In Wartime.

Everything Depends On Whether We Have For Opponents Those French Tricksters Or Those Daring Rascals, The English. I Prefer The English. Frequently Their Daring Can Only Be Described As Stupidity. In Their Eyes It May Be Pluck And Daring.

If I Should Come Out Of This War Alive, I Will Have More Luck Than Brains.

Everything In The Air That Is Beneath Me, Especially If It Is A One Seater . . . Is Lost, For It Cannot Shoot To The Rear.

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.