Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.

He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable, had had a good deal of material left over which she had not liked to throw away but hardly seemed able to fit into the general scheme.

It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter