There are three things in the world that he held in the smallest esteem - slugs, poets and caddies with hiccups.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.

You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.

[I'm] as broke as the ten commandments.

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.