My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.

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.

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

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.

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