Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.

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.

The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

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

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

English had hit upon a splendid joke. The intended to catch me or to bring me down.

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.