It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

Beginning with a critique of my own limbs, which she said, justly enough, were nothing to write home about, this girl went on to dissect my manners, morals, intellect, general physique, and method of eating asparagus with such acerbity that by the time she had finished the best you could say of Bertram was that, so far as was known, he had never actually committed murder or set fire to an orphan asylum.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

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

The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.