The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.

It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

Lady Glossip: Mr. Wooster, how would you support a wife? Bertie Wooster: Well, I suppose it depends on who's wife it was, a little gentle pressure beneath the elbow while crossing a busy street usually fits the bill.

There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.