The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.

Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.

It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.

It looked something like a pen wiper and something like a piece of hearth-rug. A second and keener inspection revealed it as a Pekinese puppy.

Golf is the Great Mystery.