We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.
Whenever I have that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.
I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
It's curious how, when you're in love, you yearn to go about doing acts of kindness to everybody.