Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater . . . is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.

The quality of the box matters little. Success depends upon the man who sits in it.

It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.

One can become enthusiastic over anything. For a time I was delighted with bomb throwing. It gave me a tremendous pleasure to bomb those fellows from above.

The duty of the fighter pilot is to patrol his area of the sky, and shoot down any enemy fighters in that area. Anything else is rubbish.

My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.