Ask the first lion cub you meet, and it will tell you that, once you’ve tasted blood, there is no pulling up, and it’s the same with opening telegrams.
Are you the Bully, the Pride of the School , or the Boy who is Led Astray and takes to Drink in Chapter Sixteen? The last, for choice, said Mike, but I've only just arrived, so I don't know.
Apparently that dog of hers joined you in the water.Yes, that’s right, he took his dip with the rest of us. But what’s that got to do with it?Wilbert Cream dived in and saved him.He could have got ash...
A man thinks he is being chilled steel – or adamant, if you prefer the expression – and suddenly the mists clear away and he finds that he has allowed a girl to talk him into something frightful. Sams...
A little, panted Mrs. Peagrim, who, though she danced often and vigorously, was never in the best of condition, owing to her habit of neutralizing the beneficent effects of exercise by surreptitious c...
A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.
A left jab from him had all the majesty of a formal declaration of war.
A hoarse shout from within and a small china ornament whizzing past my head informed me that my old friend was at home.
A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.
A certain critic -- for such men, I regret to say, do exist -- made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained 'all the old Wodehouse characters under different names.' He has probably by...
Cannot be muzzled!
I could still see that Pauline was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, but of the ancient fire which had caused me to bung my heart at her feet that night at the Plaza there remained not a...
I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.
Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.
In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
Госпожица Уилоуби не обичаше провинцията. Намираше я за провинциална.
You can’t start painting portraits till people come along and ask you to, and they won’t come and ask you to until you’ve painted a lot first. This makes it kind of difficult for a chappie.
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.
Peculiarity of golf, as of love, that it temporarily changes the natures of its victims;
Ought I to dress it? What I mean is, the first act