On September 28 the fleet hove in sight, and all came safely to anchor in Pevensey Bay. There was no opposition to the landing. The local "fyrd" had been called out this year four times already to watch the coast, and having, in true English style, come to the conclusion that the danger was past because it had not yet arrived had gone back to their homes.

I never worry about action, but only about inaction.

My mother has all my awards, because if I walked downstairs every day and saw all my achievements it would be so easy to become complacent.

We should constantly be aspiring to reach higher and higher and higher. We should never be comfortable where we are.

The bigger the better; In everything.

The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.