I Would Rather Have A Million Friends

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.

If A Thing Is Old, It Is A Sign That It Was Fit To Live. Old Families, Old Customs, Old Styles Survive Because They Are Fit To Survive. The Guarantee Of Continuity Is Quality. Submerge The Good In A Flood Of The New, And Good Will Come Back To Join The Good Which The New Brings With It. Old-fashioned Hospitality, Old-fashioned Politeness, Old-fashioned Honor In Business Had Qualities Of Survival. These Will Come Back.

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.

Think Positively And Masterfully, With Confidence And Faith, And Life Become More Secure, More Fraught With Action, Richer In Experience And Achievement.

Within The Next Few Decades, Autos Will Have Folding Wings That Can Be Spread When On A Straight Stretch Of Road So That The Machine Can Take To The Air.