The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
The thought of being engaged to a girl who talked openly about fairies being born because stars blew their noses, or whatever it was, frankly appalled me.
Strangers always look big on the football field.
One of the King Georges of England–I forget which–once said that a certain number of hours’ sleep each night–I cannot recall at the moment how many–made a man something, which for the time being has s...
No one so dislikes being punished unjustly as the person who might have been punished justly on scores of previous occasions, if he had only been found out.
Joan was nothing more than a friend. He was not in love with her. One does not fall in love with a girl whom one has met only three times. One is attracted, yes; but one does not fall in love. A momen...
It's a mystery to me how kidnappers ever get caught.
It is never difficult to distinguish between with a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat...
In a cozy corner of the electric flame department of the infernal regions there stands a little silver gridiron. It is the private property of his Satanic majesty, and is reserved exclusively for the...
If you brought me Sue Brown or any other girl in the world on a plate with water-cress round her, I wouldn’t so much as touch her hand.
I'm a bit short on brain myself; the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don't you know...
I see no percentage in your being alive. I wish you were a corpse, preferably a mangled one. I should like to dance on your remains.
I sank into a c. and passed an agitated h. over the b.
How did it all end?''Oh, I got away with my life. Still, what's life?''Life's all right.
Half a leagueHalf a leagueHalf a league onward
Filled with a coward rage that dares to burn but does not dare to blaze, Lord Emsworth coughed a cough that was undisguisedly a bronchial white flag.
Few things are so pleasant as the anticipation of them...
Come on, he said. Bring the poker.I brought the tongs as well. I felt like it.
Cold is the ogre that drives all beautiful things into hiding