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

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.

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.

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

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!