Quote by Horatio Nelson
Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn o

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. – Horatio Nelson

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I could not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a saving sense of humor. – Horatio Nelson

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Now I can do no more. We must trust to the Great Disposer of all events and the justice of our cause. I thank God for this opportunity of doing my duty. – Horatio Nelson

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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 its off the better. – Horatio Nelson

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Without faith there is no truth, for that is all the truth is or ever was. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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The great advantage about telling the truth is that nobody ever believes it. – Dorothy L. Sayers

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