An Englishman will take you into a large room, beautifully proportioned, and will point out to you that it is white -all over white- and somebody will say what exquisite taste. You know in your own mind, in your own soul, that it is not taste at all, that is the want of taste, that is mere evasion. English music is white and evades everything.
An Englishman’s car is his castle on wheels.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one.
Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
To Englishmen, life is a topic, not an activity.
I’m a proud Brit and a proud Englishman.
Englishmen must have an island.
I’m an Englishman. What more can I say?
Not only England, but every Englishman is an island.
I am going to have a cup of tea, like any good Englishman.
If an Englishman gets run down by a truck he apologizes to the truck.
Remember that you are an Englishman, and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life.
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