“The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.”
— P.G. Wodehouse“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.”
— P.G. Wodehouse“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.”
— P.G. Wodehouse“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.”
— P.G. Wodehouse“In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.”
— P.G. Wodehouse“The true philosopher is a man who says All right, and goes to sleep in his armchair.”
— P.G. WodehouseIt was one of those still evenings you get in the summer, when you can hear a snail clear its throat a mile away.
— P.G. WodehouseA melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
— P.G. WodehouseThat’s the way to get on in the world – by grabbing your opportunities. Why, what’s Big Ben but a wrist-watch that saw its chance and made good?
— P.G. WodehouseFlowers are happy things.
— P.G. WodehouseThere are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’
— P.G. WodehouseThere is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
— P.G. WodehouseI just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.
— P.G. WodehouseI 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.
— P.G. WodehouseThe voice of love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
— P.G. WodehouseI pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
— P.G. WodehouseAt 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.
— P.G. WodehouseHe had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
— P.G. WodehouseThere is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
— P.G. WodehouseThe least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
— P.G. WodehouseI hadn’t the heart to touch my breakfast. I told Jeeves to drink it himself.
— P.G. WodehouseThe Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked like he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say ‘When.’
— P.G. WodehouseHonoria, you see, is one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge. A beastly thing to have to face over the breakfast table. Brainy, moreover.
— P.G. WodehouseShe 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.
— P.G. WodehouseIntoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
— P.G. WodehouseThe fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
— P.G. WodehouseIt 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.
— P.G. Wodehouse“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?”
— P.G. Wodehouse