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.

The important thing in aeroplanes is that they shall be speedy.

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

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

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

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

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.