The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.

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

I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.

What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.