Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.
It isn’t often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.
It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.
She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.
I expect I shall feel better after tea.
As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.
I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.
The stationmaster’s whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
Mere abuse is no criticism.
I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.
The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.
You’re one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It’s a great gift.
Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.
Golf is the Great Mystery.
New York is a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed.
I never was interested in politics. I’m quite unable to work up any kind of belligerent feeling. Just as I’m about to feel belligerent about some country I meet a decent sort of chap. We go out together and lose any fighting thoughts or feelings.
He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you’re going to die in about five minutes.
Judges, as a class, display, in the matter of arranging alimony, that reckless generosity which is found only in men who are giving away someone else’s cash.