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.

What's the hurry? Are you afraid I won't come back?

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

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

The murder of a man is still murder, even in wartime.

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.

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