Thank God I have done my duty.

I have only one eye, I have a right to be blind sometimes... I really do not see the signal!

If I had been censured every time I have run my ship, or fleets under my command, into great danger, I should have long ago been out of the Service and never in the House of Peers.

What the country needs is the annihilation of the enemy.

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.

My love is founded on esteem, the only foundation that can make the passion last.

Let me alone: I have yet my legs and one arm. Tell the surgeon to make haste and his instruments. I know I must lose my right arm, so the sooner it's off the better.