Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?

I was writing a story, 'The Artistic Career of Corky,' about two young men, Bertie Wooster and his friend Corky, getting into a lot of trouble, and neither of them had brains enough to get out of the trouble. I thought: Well, how can I get them out? And I thought: Suppose one of them had an omniscient valet?

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

A little bit added to what you've already got gives you a little bit more.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.

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

In all crises of human affairs there are two broad courses open to a man. He can stay where he is or he can go elsewhere.