An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?

The Englishman, be it noted, seldom resorts to violence; when he is sufficiently goaded he simply opens up, like the oyster, and devours his adversary.

Humor is practically the only thing about which the English are utterly serious.

If you ask any ordinary reader which of Dickens's proletarian characters he can remember, the three he is almost certain to mention are Bill Sykes, Sam Weller and Mrs. Gamp. A burglar, a valet and a drunken midwife-not exactly a representative cross-section of the English working class.

In its attitude towards Dickens the English public has always been a little like the elephant which feels a blow with a walking-stick as a delightful tickling.

But Lord! To see the absurd nature of Englishmen that cannot forbear laughing and jeering at everything that looks strange.

Curious race, the English. Once they warm up, there's no telling what they'll do for you.

England is the paradise of individuality, eccentricity heresy anomalies, hobbies, and humours.

An Englishman thinks he is moral when he is only uncomfortable.

Go anywhere in England, where there are natural, wholesome, contented, and really nice English people; and what do you always find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.