His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.
P. G. WodehouseWoman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.
P. G. WodehouseI was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.
P. G. WodehouseIt would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestors fought in the Crusades and were often mentioned in despatches, and you cringe like a salted snail at the thought of appearing as Santa Claus before an audience of charming children who wouldn't hurt a fly. It's enough to make an aunt turn her face to the wall and give up the struggle.
P. G. Wodehouse