I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don't suppose I have ever come much closer to saying 'Tra la la' as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.

I don't know if you know it, J.B., but you're the sort of fellow who causes hundreds to fall under suspicion when he's found stabbed in his library with a paper-knife of Oriental design.

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

I mean, if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together.

You can't be a successful Dictator and design women's underclothing.

To find a man's true character, play golf with him.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.

You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

An apple a day, if well aimed, keeps the doctor away.

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

Employers are like horses — they require management.

I am Psmith," said the old Etonian reverently. "There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis.

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.

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

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

She had more curves than a scenic railway

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.