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

This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

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

Mere abuse is no criticism.

I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.