In all crises of human affairs there are two broad courses open to a man. He can stay where he is or he can go elsewhere.

I go in for what is known in the trade as 'light writing' and those who do that - humorists they are sometimes called - are looked down upon by the intelligentsia and sneered at.

He's like one of those weird birds in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit." "Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction.

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

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.