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

Of course, with the increasing number of aeroplanes one gains increased opportunities for shooting down one's enemies, but at the same time, the possibility of being shot down one's self increases.

I started shooting when I was much too far away. That was merely a trick of mine. I did not mean so much as to hit him as to frighten him, and I succeeded in catching him. He began flying curves and this enabled me to draw near.

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.

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

It is better that one's customers come to one's shop than to have to look for them abroad.

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