While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

...there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.