Flying Saucers Are Real. Too Many Good

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.

When I Look Up And See The Sun Shining On The Patch Of White Clouds Up In The Blue, I Begin To Think How It Would Feel To Be Up Somewhere Above It Winging Swiftly Through The Clean Air, Watching The Earth Below.

The Sensation Of Dying Is Sweet, Sensuous, Placid. It Is The Easiest Thing In The World To Die. The Hardest Is To Live.

I Can Give You A Six-word Formula For Success: "think Things Through - Then Follow Through."

The Better I Shoot, The Less I Have To Maneuver.