She's a sort of human vampire-bat

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.

I attribute my whole success in life to a rigid observance of the fundamental rule - Never have yourself tattooed with any woman's name, not even her initials.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'

I was writing a story, 'The Artistic Career of Corky,' about two young men, Bertie Wooster and his friend Corky, getting into a lot of trouble, and neither of them had brains enough to get out of the trouble. I thought: Well, how can I get them out? And I thought: Suppose one of them had an omniscient valet?

As Shakespeare says, if you're going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.