There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.

Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'" "The mood will pass, sir.

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when".

I always advise people never to give advice.

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?

It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.

There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

If he had a mind, there was something on it.

You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.

I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.

As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

I hadn't the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.

What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?

It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

Some minds are like soup in a poor restaurant—better left unstirred.

Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.

Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.

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

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

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

She had more curves than a scenic railway

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.

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

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.

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.

Employers are like horses — they require management.

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.