Some minds are like soup in a poor restaurant—better left unstirred.

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

You can't be a successful Dictator and design women's underclothing.

Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.

She gave me another of those long keen looks, and I could see that she was again asking herself if her favourite nephew wasn't steeped to the tonsils in the juice of the grape.

Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.

Bertie," he said, "I want your advice." "Carry on." "At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old [prat], aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course." "No, no, I see that." "What I wish you to do is put the whole thing to that fellow Jeeves of yours, and see what he suggests.