He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.

Lady Glossip: Mr. Wooster, how would you support a wife? Bertie Wooster: Well, I suppose it depends on who's wife it was, a little gentle pressure beneath the elbow while crossing a busy street usually fits the bill.

It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.

As a child of eight Mr. Trout had once kissed a girl of six under the mistletoe at a Christmas party, but there his sex life had come to abrupt halt.