This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.

It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.

They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

Oh, Jeeves,' I said; 'about that check suit.' Yes, sir?' Is it really a frost?' A trifle too bizarre, sir, in my opinion.' But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is.' Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.' He's supposed to be one of the best men in London.' I am saying nothing against his moral character, sir.

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