Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.
I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.
Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.
I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.
She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.
It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?
Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.
Do men who have got all their marbles go swimming in lakes with their clothes on?
His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.
It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.
The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.
You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.
Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.
She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'
I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.
I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.
Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
Providence seems to look after the chumps of this world; and, personally, I'm all for it.
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority.
Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.
Many a man may look respectable, and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.
Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.
The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.
A golfer needs a loving wife to whom he can describe the day's play through the long evening.
We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.
It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.
But everything is relative, Bertie... You, for instance, are my relative, and I am your relative.
One of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth.
I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.
It's curious how, when you're in love, you yearn to go about doing acts of kindness to everybody.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.
There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.