I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.
It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.
The English had hit upon a splendid joke. They intended to catch me or to bring me down.
It is better that one's customers come to one's shop than to have to look for them abroad.
My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.
The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.
In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.
We convinced him quickly that the possibility of war was absolutely nil and continued our festivity. On the next day we were ordered to take the field.
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.
Now I am within thirty yards of him. He must fall. The gun pours out its stream of lead. Then it jams. Then it reopens fire. That jam almost saved his life.