As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.

One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours´ sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.

Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.

It was loud in spots and less loud in other spots, and it had that quality which I have noticed in all violin solos of seeming to last much longer than it actually did.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.