The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.

Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?

I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so." "It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.

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

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

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

But what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?''Quite correct.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.