Quotes About Englishman

Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton's had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who thought tea made from loose leaves messy and disgusting.

I'm not entirely sure the Scots realize they lost that one," I interrupted, sitting up and trying to subdue my hair. "I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs." "Well, why not?" said Frank equably. "It only means 'Englishman,' after all, or at worst, 'outlander,' and we're all of that.

I'm a proud Brit and a proud Englishman.

question of whether we particularly want to go there. An Englishman can communicate with Manhattan by wireless, and he may yet communicate with Mars by more wireless; and, in both cases, nothing remains but the deeper and darker problem of thinking of something to say.

From this amphibious ill-born mob beganThat vain, ill-natur'd thing, an Englishman.

It is an Englishman who turns out to be the real villain of 'The Moonstone.' By contrast, the three Indian priests who dedicate their lives to returning the jewel to its proper home in the temple, though they have nothing personal to gain by doing so, are positively heroic.

By education I am an Englishman, by views an internationalist, by culture a Muslim and a Hindu only by accident of birth.

You never find an Englishman among the under-dogs except in England, of course.

For the habitually reserved Englishman . . . concealment of his emotions is the first and cardinal rule of gentlemanliness and social grace," one Ko?ciuszko Squadron pilot observed.

What sort of Englishman is forever too busy for tea? The nose-to-the-grindstone sort, to begin with. The sort who gets ahead without connections, who makes something of himself without benefit of small talk or social lubrication or the seeking of personal kindnesses.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.

I'm an Englishman, after all

Every Englishman is born with a certain miraculous power that makes him master of the world. When he wants a thing, he never tells himself that he wants it. He waits patiently until there comes into his mind, no one knows how, a burning conviction that it is his moral and religious duty to conquer those who have got the thing he wants. —GEORGE BERNARD SHAW, 1897

An Englishman's home may be his castle, but an Englishwoman's kitchen is where he eats his humble pie.

Like every educated Englishman, Benjamin Franklin was obsessed with idleness. In his Poor Richard's Almanack of 1741, he offered familiar advice that echoed the talk of Hakluyt, Winthrop, and Byrd: "Up sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough." There was utterly nothing new in his pitch for hard work as the way to wealth.1

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.