She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Well, you know what the Fulham Road's like. If your top-hat blows off into it, it has about as much chance as a rabbit at a dogshow. — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
If men's minds were like dominoes, surely his would be the double blank. — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable,… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
I'm all for rational enjoyment, and so forth, but I think a fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“the march of civilisation has given the modern girl a vocabulary and an ability to use it which her grandmother never had” — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life. — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love. — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Rex Stout's narrative and dialogue could not be improved, and he passes the supreme test of being rereadable. I don't know how many times… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and forgotten to say 'when'!” — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped. — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
