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

There was the man who seemed to be attempting to decieve his ball and lull it into a false sense of security by looking away from it and then making a lightning slash in the apparent hope of catching it off its guard.

The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.

I mean, imagine how some unfortunate Master Criminal would feel, on coming down to do a murder at the old Grange, if he found that not only was Sherlock Holmes putting in the weekend there, but Hercule Poirot, as well." ~ Bertram "Bertie" Wooster

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

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.