To the last, looking as if he was bowed down to the point of exhaustion by his labours, he outworked all his subordinates.

As for energy, he would have hanged I know not how many admirals if he had been in power during the last stages of the war.
His experience of Downing Street filled him up to the brim with contempt for politicians.

It was not so much their want of brains that troubled him, but their total lack of character.

Only here and there did he come across a man who had the properties of leadership in even a minor degree: for the most part they had no eyes for the horizon or for the hills whence cometh man's salvation; they were all ears, and those ears were leaned to the ground to catch the rumbles of political emergencies.
To find men at the head of so great a nation with no courage in the heart, with no exaltation of captaincy in the soul, without even the decency to make sacrifices for principle, made him bitterly contemptuous.

At first he could scarcely bridle his rage, but as years went on he used to say that the politicians had deepened his faith in Providence.