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.

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

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

Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.

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

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

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