I was writing a story, 'The Artistic Career of Corky,' about two young men, Bertie Wooster and his friend Corky, getting into a lot of trouble, and neither of them had brains enough to get out of the trouble. I thought: Well, how can I get them out? And I thought: Suppose one of them had an omniscient valet?

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years, or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

Flowers are happy things.

The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.