Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

As a rule, from what I've observed, the American Captain of Industry doesn't do anything out of business hours. When he has put the cat out and locked up the office for the night, he just relapses into a state of coma from which he emerges only to start being a Captain of Industry again.

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

In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.

Comedy is the kindly contemplation of the incongruous.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority.