There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
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.
Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.
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.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
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.
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.
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
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.
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
