If it were not for quotations, conversations between gentlemen would consist of an endless series of 'what-ho!'s.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.

I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so." "It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.