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

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

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

I have had an experience which might perhaps be described as being shot down. At the same time, I call shot down only when one falls down. Today I got into trouble but I escaped with a whole skin.

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.

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.

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