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

Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

The important thing in aeroplanes is that they shall be speedy.

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.

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.