As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to gi….

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me..

I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves.

An apple a day, if well aimed, keeps the doctor away..

It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up..

It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a proud family. Your ancestor….

Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricous goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrim….

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it..

I've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the c….

Confidence, of course is an admirable asset to a golfer, but it should be an unspoken confidence. It is perilous to put it into speech. The gods of g….

I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit..

It was one of the most disgusting spectacles I've ever seen-- this white-haired old man, who should have been thinking of the hereafter, standing the….

...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature..

No one so dislikes being punished unjustly as the person who might have been punished justly on scores of previous occasions, if he had only been fou….

Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit." "Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction..

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did..

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves..

Say what you will, there is something fine about our old aristocracy. I'll bet Trotsky couldn't hit a moving secretary with an egg on a dark night..

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 stran….

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness..

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them..