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.

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.

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

What the country needs is the annihilation of the enemy.

I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.

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!'.

Frigates are the eyes of a fleet.