“He was one of those supercilious striplings who give you the impression that you went to the wrong school and that your… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“And you call yourself a pal of mine!" "Yes, I know; but there are limits." "Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Hallo, Bertie." "Hallo, old turnip. Where have you been all this while?" "Oh, here and there! Ripping weather we're having, Bertie." "Not… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“We run to height a bit in our family, and there's about five-foot-nine of Aunt Agatha, topped off with a beaky nose,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“My late Uncle Henry, you see, was by way of being the blot on the Wooster escutcheon. An extremely decent chappie personally,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I say, Bertie," he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter. "Hallo!" "Do you like the name Mabel?"… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
The only way for us to become great, or even inimitable if possible, is to imitate the Greeks. — Johann Joachim Winckelmann Copy Share Image
“The man was goggling. His entire map was suffused with a rich blush. He looked like the Soul's Awakening done in pink.” — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“The blighter's manner was so cold and unchummy that I bit the bullet and had a dash at being airy. "Oh, well,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Yes, by damn! It's too bad!" cried the whiskered marvel. "You careless old woman! You give my hotel bad names, would you… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“How would this do you, Bingo?" I said at length. "A few plovers' eggs to weigh in with, a cup of soup,… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I left him thinking it over. If I were a bookie, I should feel justified in offering a hundred to eight against."… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Bertie old man I say Bertie could you possibly come down here at once. Everything gone wrong hang it all. Dash it… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again." "Not for… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“The hotel which had had the bad luck to draw Aunt Agatha's custom was the Splendide, and by the time I got… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window."… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
