Feminine psychology is admittedly odd, sir. The poet Pope...Never mind about the poet Pope, Jeeves.No, sir.
Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.
I suppose the fundamental distinction between Shakespeare and myself is one of treatment. We get our effects differently. Take the familiar farcical situation of someone who suddenly discovers that so...
Why do you want a political career? Have you ever been in the House of Commons and taken a good look at the inmates? As weird a gaggle of freaks and sub-humans as was ever collected in one spot.
There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
I read the paragraph again. A peculiar feeling it gave me. I don't know if you have ever experienced the sensation of seeing the announcement of the engagement of a pal of yours to a girl whom you wer...
He had that indefinable air which comes to young men who have had to make their way up from a ten-dollar start.
Furthermore, as is the case with so many of the younger literati, he dresses like a tramp cyclist, affecting turtleneck sweaters and grey flannel bags with a patch on the knee and conveying a sort of...
The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
Jeeves, I said. A rummy communication has arrived. From Mr. Glossop.Indeed, sir?I will read it to you. Handed in at Upper Bleaching. Message runs as follows:When you come tomorrow, bring my football b...
Into the emotional scene which followed I need not go in detail. You will have witnessed much the same sort of thing in the pictures, when the United States Marines arrive in the nick of time to relie...
I wish people wouldn't tell me I can't do things.
Remember what the poet Shakespeare said, Jeeves? 'Exit hurriedly, pursued by a bear.' You'll find it in one of his plays.
Don't forget that in pushing policemen into duck ponds the follow through is everything.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'The mood will pass, sir.
It is madness to come to country houses without one's bottle of Mickey Finns.
Jeeves, of course, is a gentleman’s gentlemen, not a butler, but if the call comes, he can buttle with the best of them.
Oh, is that my report, father?' said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
Yes, Jeeves?The man had materialized on the carpet. Absolutely noiseless, as usual.A note for you, sir.A note for me, Jeeves?A note for you, sir.From whom, Jeeves?From Miss Bassett, sir.From whom, Jee...