I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much.

I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.

We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.

My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.

Statisticians estimate that crime among good golfers is lower than in any class of the community except possibly bishops.

They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.

I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.