TagEngland, Their England

The English are not very spiritual people, so they invented cricket to give them some idea of eternity.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

London is a labyrinth, half of stone and half of flesh.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

In England, everything stops for tea.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

The beauty of the English countryside is like a quiet old melody.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

A gentleman in England would seem to be a combination of benevolence and alcohol.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

There is nothing that moves so quickly as scandal in a small village.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

The true test of civilization is not the census, nor the size of cities, nor the crops—no, but the kind of man the country turns out.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

The English summer: three fine days and a thunderstorm.

AG Macdonell – England, Their England

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

AG Macdonell – England, Their England