Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.

As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

...there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.