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.

What's the hurry? Are you afraid I won't come back?

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.

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

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

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

The duty of the fighter pilot is to patrol his area of the sky, and shoot down any enemy fighters in that area. Anything else is rubbish.