Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

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.

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

I Have A Right To Be Blind Sometimes.

In Sea Affairs, Nothing Is Impossible, And Nothing Is Improbable.

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.