English Had Hit Upon A Splendid Joke.

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.

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

The Aggressive Spirit, The Offensive, Is The Chief Thing Everywhere In War, And The Air Is No Exception.

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.