I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

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.

The test of a great golfer is his ability to recover from a bad start.

We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.

A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

Well, there it is. That's Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.