His Majesty's dominions on which the sun never sets.
The young Cambridge group the group that stood for "freedom" and flannel trousers and flannel shirts open at the neck and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy and a whispering murmuring sort of...
The English woman is so refined She has no bosom and no behind.
The British love permanence more than they love beauty.
That typically English characteristic for which there is no English name -esprit de corps.
No one can be as calculatedly rude as the British which amazes Americans who do not understand studied insult and can only offer abuse as a substitute.
The British are just as keen to make money as the Americans but they prefer hypocrisy to a blatantly commercial attitude.
England is the paradise of individuality eccentricity heresy anomalies hobbies and humours.
Whatever the rest of the world thinks of the English gentleman the English lady regards him apprehensively as something between God and a goat and equally formidable on both scores.
There will always be an England While there's a country lane Wherever there's a cottage small Beside a field of grain.
One matter Englishmen don't think in the least funny is their happy consciousness of possessing a deep sense of humour.
I regard England as my wife and America as my mistress.
Nothing unites the English like war. Nothing divides them like Picasso.
I find the Englishman to be him of all men who stands firmest in his shoes.
In the end it may well be that Britain will be more honoured by the historians for the way she disposed of an empire than for the way in which she acquired it.
You must not miss Whitehall. At one end you'll find a statue of one of our kings who was beheaded at the other the monument to the man who did it. This is just an example of our attempts to be fair...
The difference between the vanity of a Frenchman and an Englishman seems to be this: The one thinks everything right that is French the other thinks everything wrong that is not English.
God save our Gracious King Long live our Noble King God save the King. Send Him victorious Happy and Glorious Long to rule over us God save the King.
The English instinctively admire any man who has no talent and is modest about it.
She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was do much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so...