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

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

It is better that one's customers come to one's shop than to have to look for them abroad.

One can become enthusiastic over anything. For a time I was delighted with bomb throwing. It gave me a tremendous pleasure to bomb those fellows from above.

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

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.

As a little boy of eleven I entered the Cadet Corps. I was not particularly eager to become a Cadet, but my father wished it. So my wishes were not consulted.