There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.

As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.

I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.

We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.