My Rule Of Life Prescribed As An

A Nation Which Has Forgotten Its Past Can Have No Future.

Human Beings Are Of Two Classes: Those Whose Work Is Work And Whose Pleasure Is Pleasure; And Those Whose Work And Pleasure Are One.

No Two On Earth In All Things Can Agree. All Have Some Daring Singularity.

The Air Is An Extremely Dangerous, Jealous And Exacting Mistress. Once Under The Spell Most Lovers Are Faithful To The End, Which Is Not Always Old Age. Even Those Masters And Princes Of Aerial Fighting, The Survivors Of Fifty Mortal Duels In The High Air Who Have Come Scatheless Through The War And All Its Perils, Have Returned Again And Again To Their Love And Perished Too Often In Some Ordinary Commonplace Flight Undertaken For Pure Amusement.

When You Have To Kill A Man, It Costs Nothing To Be Polite.