Routine is the death to heroism.
Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.
Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.
you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?
You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.
You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.