I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

Mere abuse is no criticism.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.

He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.