I was born with an ability to concentrate very hard on a job for a long time.

In 1966 I became president of the British Computer Society.

Men o' war were to be a part of the fabric of my life for the next half-century.

I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.

The team should have implicit confidence in the captain's decisions.

What do you do if you are asked to do a job, first by the Prime Minister, and then by the King? How can you refuse?

I can't think of a more wonderful thanksgiving for the life I've had than that everyone should be jolly at my funeral.