The Proverbial Englishman, We Know From Old

Eat Good Dinners And Drink Good Wine; Read Good Novels If You Have The Leisure And See Good Plays; Fall In Love, If There Is No Reason Why You Should Not Fall In Love; But Do Not Pore Over Influenza Statistics.

Conceit Is The Finest Armour A Man Can Wear.

But Who Wants To Be Foretold The Weather? It Is Bad Enough When It Comes, Without Our Having The Misery Of Knowing About It Beforehand.

Angels May Be Very Excellent Sort Of Folk In Their Way, But We, Poor Mortals, In Our Present State, Would Probably Find Them Precious Slow Company.

I Can't Sit Still And See Another Man Slaving And Working. I Want To Get Up And Superintend, And Walk Round With My Hands In My Pockets, And Tell Him What To Do. It Is My Energetic Nature. I Can't Help It.