All P.G. Wodehouse Quotes
- A roll and butter and a small coffee seemed the only things on the list that hadn't been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of… Been
- Bertie," he said, "I want your advice." "Carry on." "At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're… Advice
- I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the… All
- Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know? Funny
- I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly… Absolutely
- What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to… Conversation
- Great pals we've always been. In fact there was a time when I had an idea I was in love with Cynthia. However, it blew… All
- I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And… Account
- What I'm worrying about is what Tom is going to say when he starts talking." "Uncle Tom?" "I wish there was something else you could… Aunt
- This Vladimir Brusiloff to whom I have referred was the famous Russian novelist. . . . Vladimir specialized in gray studies of hopeless misery, where… Commit
- Lady Glossip: Mr. Wooster, how would you support a wife? Bertie Wooster: Well, I suppose it depends on who's wife it was, a little gentle… Beneath
- It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all. All
- I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my… Actually Wrote
- Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did. Dark
- I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea. Accelerator
- When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope. Calliope
- This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers. Age
- The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them. Brain
- There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature. Beautiful
- When you're alone you don't do much laughing. Alone