If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.

Fighter pilots rove in the area allotted to them in any way they like, and when they spot an enemy they attack and shoot them down.... Everything else is rubbish.

When one has shot down one's first, second or third opponent, then one begins to find out how the trick is done.

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

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

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

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!