Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay,

I Owe All My Success In Life To Having Been Always A Quarter Of An Hour Before My Time.

Something Must Be Left To Chance; Nothing Is Certain In A Sea Fight

Buonaparte Has Often Made His Boast That Our Fleet Would Be Worn Out By Keeping The Sea And That His Was Kept In Order And Increasing By Staying In Port; But Know He Finds, I Fancy, If Emperors Hear The Truth, That His Fleet Suffers More In A Night Than Ours In One Year.

You Must Consider Every Man Your Enemy Who Speaks Ill Of Your King, And You Must Treat Every Frenchman As If He Were The Devil Himself.

When I Came To Explain To Them The 'nelson Touch', It Was Like An Electric Shock. Some Shed Tears, All Approved - 'it Was New - It Was Singular - It Was Simple!'.