He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

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

Do men who have got all their marbles go swimming in lakes with their clothes on?

As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.

It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.