Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

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

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.

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.

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

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

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