I Cannot Command Winds And Weather.

I Will Dine Nowhere Without Your Consent Although With My Present Feelings I Might Be Trusted With Fifty Virgins Naked In A Dark Room.

Frigates Are The Eyes Of A Fleet.

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.

Our Country Will, I Believe, Sooner Forgive An Officer For Attacking His Enemy Than For Letting It Alone.

I Owe All My Success In Life To Having Been Always A Quarter Of An Hour Before My Time.