I Never Was Good At Learning Things.

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

Fighter Pilots Rove In The Area Allotted To Them In Any Way They Like, And When They Spot An Enemy They Attack And Shoot Them Down.... Everything Else Is Rubbish.

Sometimes, However, The Gaelic Blood Asserts Itself. The Frenchmen Will Then Attack. But The French Attacking Spirit Is Like Bottled Lemonade. It Lacks Tenacity. The Englishmen, On The Other Hand, One Notices That They Are Of Germanic Blood. Sportsmen Easily Take To Flying, And Englishmen See In Flying Nothing But A Sport.

My Dear Excellency! I Have Not Gone To War To Collect Cheese And Eggs, But For Another Purpose.

The Quality Of The Box Matters Little. Success Depends Upon The Man Who Sits In It.