There aren't any great men. There are just great challenges that ordinary men like you and me are forced by circumstances to meet.

Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.

There are no great men, only great challenges that ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet.

There are no extraordinary men... just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with.

If you want to go anywhere in modern war, in the air, on the sea, on the land, you must have command of the air.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.