In 1966 I became president of the British Computer Society.

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

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

I suppose you can say I became an odd-job man.

I have been driven demented in my career.

I believe firmly that it was the Almighty's goodness, to check my consummate vanity.

Here I am in my first command - a bit dazed but feeling very grand.

Churchill was the canny political animal, very devious, bursting with energy and determination, learning as hard as he could.

No one person invented Mulberry. The knowledge that we had to have this floating harbor slowly grew.

It is a curious thing, but I have been right in everything I have done and said in my life.

This is the war I fear.

My trophy value exceeded my military usefulness.

It never entered my father's mind nor my mind ever to do a job othe than at one's best ability.

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?

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