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

Alcohol is a misunderstood vitamin.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

Mr Howard Saxby, literary agent, was knitting a sock. He knitted a good deal, he would tell you if you asked him, to keep himself from smoking, adding that he also smoked a good deal to keep himself from knitting.

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.

you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?