The Important Thing In Aeroplanes Is That

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.

In The Heat Of The Russian Summer A Sleeping Car Is The Most Horrible Instrument Of Martyrdom Imaginable.

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.

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