A little bit added to what you've already got gives you a little bit more.

I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.

But everything is relative, Bertie... You, for instance, are my relative, and I am your relative.

I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves

You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.