When I say English, I mean all of us, English, Irish, or Scotch.

Give me an Englishman and an Irishwoman, and let all the rest of the world go hang!--I've travelled, Piers, my boy.

I've seen what the great British race is doing the world round; and I'm that proud of it I can't find words to express myself." "I've seen something of other races," interposed Piers, lifting his glass with unsteady hand, "and I don't think we've any right to despise them." "I don't exactly despise them, but I say, What are they compared with us?
A poor lot! A shabby lot!--I'm a journalist, Piers, and let me tell you that we English newspaper men have the destiny of the world in our hands.

It makes me proud when I think of it.

We guard the national honour.