What's The Hurry? Are You Afraid I

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

When One Has Shot Down One's First, Second Or Third Opponent, Then One Begins To Find Out How The Trick Is Done.

As A Little Boy Of Eleven I Entered The Cadet Corps. I Was Not Particularly Eager To Become A Cadet, But My Father Wished It. So My Wishes Were Not Consulted.

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

Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As Gospel!