John Locke invented common sense, and only Englishmen have had it ever since!
No Englishman is ever fairly beaten
Englishmen must learn to be Brahmins, not banias.
To Englishmen, life is a topic, not an activity.
German and Spanish are accessible to foreigners: English is not accessible even to Englishmen.
An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one.
Tennis was a game invented by a woman named Samantha Tennis in 1839, in the village of Lobsworth, County of Kent, as a diversion for the wealthy and titled Englishmen of the region, who had nothing better to do at the time but drink, belch and wear funny clothes.
Englishmen hate Liberty and Equality too much to understand them. But every Englishman loves a pedigree.
The last great Englishman is low.
There is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman.
But Lord! To see the absurd nature of Englishmen that cannot forbear laughing and jeering at everything that looks strange.
Americans admire success. Englishmen admire heroic failure
The Englishman can get along with sex quite perfectly so long as he can pretend that it isn't sex but something else.
I am not an Englishman, I was never an Englishman, and I don't ever want to be one. I am a Scotsman! I was a Scotsman and I will always be one.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
I sound like an Englishman impersonating an American impersonating an Englishman.
The third absolute right, inherent in every Englishman, is that of. . . the sacred and inviolable rights of private property.
What is a country? A country is a piece of land surrounded on all sides by boundaries, usually unnatural. Englishmen are dying for England, Americans are dying for America, Germans are dying for Germany, Russians are dying for Russia. There are now fifty or sixty countries fighting in this war. Surely so many countries can't all be worth dying for.
The Invitation, To Tom Highes What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest, Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.
I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.
