The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

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

The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

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

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.

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

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