What I mean is, if you're absolutely off your rocker, but don't find it convenient to be scooped into the luny-bin, you simply explain that, when you said you were a teapot, it was just your Artistic...
Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.
We're all alike when we get bustled. We don't know what we're doing, and by the time we've put our hands up and got into shape, why, it's all over, and there you are. Don't you worry yourself, sir.
We part, then, for the nonce, do we?''I fear so, sir.''You take the high road, and self taking the low road, as it were?''Yes, sir.''I shall miss you, Jeeves.''Thank you, sir.''Who was that chap who w...
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.
We Woosters do not lightly forget. At least, we do - some things - appointments, and people's birthdays, and letters to post, and all that - but not an absolutely bally insult like the above.
Watching you at work, I was reminded of the young lady of Natchez, whose clothes were all tatters and patches. In alluding to which, she would say, Well, Ah itch, and wherever ah itches, Ah scratches.
Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean.
Wait a minute while I think, said Miss Peavey. There was a pause. Miss Peavey sat with knit brows.How would it be... ventured Mr. Cootes.Cheese it! said Miss Peavey.Mr. Cootes cheesed it.
Very rapidly now Freddie realised that what he had been wishing for was a partner to share the perils of this enterprise which he had so rashly undertaken. In fact, not so much to share them as to tak...
Upon Mr Stoker replying that he did not care what he had promised or what he had not promised and continuing to asseverate that not a penny of his money should be expended in the direction indicated,...
Unlike the male codfish, which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look w...
Trouble, after all, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder
This man's brother I was telling you about, said Spennie, says there's only one rhyme in the English language to 'burglar', and that's 'gurgler'. Unless you count 'pergola', he says——
These are the times that try men's souls. It's never pleasant to be caught in the machinery when a favourite comes unstitched, and in the case of this particular dashed animal, one had come to look on...
There's no doubt about it, being a policeman warps a man's mind and ruins that sunny faith in his fellow human beings which is the foundation of a lovable character. There seems to be no way of avoidi...
There is her sty,’ he said, pointing a reverent finger as they crossed the little meadow dappled with buttercups and daisies. ‘And that is my pigman Wellbeloved standing by it.’ Myra
There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
There are moments in the life of every man when the impulse attacks him to sacrifice his future to the alluring gratification of the present.
There are few things more tragic than the desire of the moth for the star; and it is a curious fact that the spectacle of a star almost invariably fills the most sensible moth with thoughts above his...