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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 760e69b | Like one kissed by a goddess in a dream, he walked on air; and, while one is walking on air, it is easy to overlook the boulders in the path. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 3627622 | And he was, one could see, at peace with all the world. His daily round of tasks may or may not have been completed, but he was obviously off duty for the moment, and his whole attitude was that of a policeman with nothing on his mind but his helmet. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cd2f3e5 | Yes, sir. The mathematician Archimedes is related to have discovered the principle of displacement quite suddenly one morning, while in his bath.' 'Well, there you are. And I don't suppose he was such a devil of a chap. Compared with you, I mean.' 'A gifted man, I believe, sir. It has been a matter of general regret that he was subsequently killed by a common soldier.' 'Too bad. Still, all flesh is as grass, what? | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 7fc5bc3 | hoping that this was some jolly practical joke and that the real chap would shortly jump out from behind a chair and say "Boo!" | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| bb66876 | I have always had a suspicion that Aunt Dahlia, while invariably matey and bonhomous and seeming to take pleasure in my society, has a lower opinion of my intelligence than I quite like. Too often it is her practice to address me as 'fathead', and if I put forward any little thought or idea or fancy in her hearing it is apt to be greeted with the affectionate but jarring guffaw. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| ee20e33 | And then, just when I was beginning to think I might safely pop down in that direction and gather up the dropped threads, so to speak, time, instead of working the healing wheeze, went and pulled the most awful bone and put the lid on it. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1596ff3 | Keynes was a voracious reader. He had what he called 'one of the best of all gifts - the eye which can pick up the print effortlessly'. If one was to be a good reader, that is to read as easily as one breathed, practice was needed. 'I read the newspapers because they're mostly trash,' he said in 1936. 'Newspapers are good practice in learning how to skip; and, if he is not to lose his time, every serious reader must have this art.' Travelli.. | books bookshops library | Richard Davenport-Hines | |
| 2d3329a | Jack: "We were in danger. We shall probably get pneumonia." Mary: "Isch!" "There! You're sneezing already." "I am not sneezing. That was an exclamation of disgust." "It sounded like a sneeze. It must have been, for you've every reason to sneeze; but why you should utter exclamations of disgust I cannot imagine." "I'm disgusted with you--with your meanness. You deliberately tricked me into saying----" "Saying----?" She was silent. "What you .. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 70af25d | And of all the objects under my immediate advisement I noted this yacht with the most pleasure and approval. White in colour, in size resembling a young liner, it lent a decided tone to the Chuffnell Regis foreshore. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1a22714 | a chap after the horses.' He had found the right | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 33d7370 | liberally equipped with one-way pockets | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 12ba86a | He was as completely happy as only a fluffy-minded old man with excellent health and a large income can be. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1ad790c | Love is a fever which, so to speak, drives off without wasting time on the address. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 931ca32 | I can't stand Paris. I hate the place. Full of people talking French | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 19d2380 | It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor--and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that. 'It's no good trying to get Bertie to take the slightest interest' is more or less the slogan, and I'm bound to say I'm all for it. A quiet life is what I like. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 6c9498f | It was all Mrs. Waddington could do to refrain from hurling a bust of Edgar Allan Poe at her head. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cbbdd01 | Hercules. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 51581c7 | Lady Kimbuck gave tongue. She was Lord Evenwood's sister. She spent a very happy widowhood interfering in the affairs of the various branches of her family. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| e57a6d4 | About two hours afterwards Gethryn discovered a suitable retort, but, coming to the conclusion that better late than never does not apply to repartees, refrained from speaking it. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 9b84b37 | He had reached that condition of mind which the old Vikings used to call Berserk and which among modern Malays is termed running amok. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 5dafb58 | He stood looking at the detective like Schopenhauer's butcher at the selected lamb. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 9b4e6a2 | 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 give pleasure to other people. One | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 7d0a8fa | You know, Bayliss," said Jimmy thoughtfully, rolling over on the couch, "life is peculiar, not to say odd. You never know what is waiting for you round the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0ef185a | But the southwest wind of Spring brings also remorse. We catch the vague spirit of unrest in the air and we regret our misspent youth. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cc4e833 | She has an eye like a man-eating fish | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c15d2b8 | it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth. At Stafford's International Investigation Bureau, in the Strand, where he was employed, they did not require | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| f4b4c4c | I don't suppose that anything you say or anything I say will make the slightest damn bit of difference. You need dynamite to dislodge an idea that has got itself firmly rooted in the public mind. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0e71f9a | I believe, if you played your cards right, you could still marry her, Pongo.' 'Aren't you overlooking the trifling fact that I happen to be engaged to Hermione?' 'Slide out of it.' 'Ha!' 'It is what your best friends would advise. You are a moody, introspective young man, all too prone to look on the dark side of things. I shall never forget you that day at the dog races. Sombre is the only word to describe your attitude as the cop's finger.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| b7adfd8 | The last few minutes of waiting in a cupboard are always the hardest. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 6ac2452 | And to my son Patrick, without whose assistance (as P.G.Wodehouse said somewhere of his daughter) this book would have been completed in half the time, all love and all joy. | David Bentley Hart | ||
| 41868cc | Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2d2bbca | The Primrose Way." National problems had ceased to interest the citizens. Local problems left them cold. Their minds were riveted to the exclusion of all else on the problem of how to secure seats." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8bf0608 | A detective is only human. The less of a detective, the more human he is. Henry was not much of a detective, and his human | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 54fac1d | What magic there is in a girl's smile! It is the raisin which, dropped in the yeast of male complacency, induces fermentation. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 3d7069c | After all, what could be pleasanter than a little literature in the small hours? | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| faffe42 | You ask me,' a thoughtful Crumpet had once said in the smoking-room of the Drones Club, 'why it is that at the mention of his Uncle Fred's name Pongo Twistleton blenches to the core and calls for a couple of quick ones. I will tell you. It is because this uncle is pure dynamite. Every time he is in Pongo's midst, with the sap running strongly in his veins, he subjects the unfortunate young egg to some soul-testing experience, luring him out.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 140378f | She has heard what a loony you are, and she seems to think it may be hereditary. "I hope you are not like your uncle," she keeps saying, with a sort of brooding look in her eye.' 'You must have misunderstood her. "I hope you are like your uncle," she probably said. Or "Do try, darling, to be more like your uncle." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a144e73 | Lady Underhill, having said all she had to say, recovered her breath and began to say it again. Frequent iteration was one of her strongest weapons. As her brother Edwin, who was fond of homely imagery, had often observed, she could talk the hind-leg off a donkey. "You" -- | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c3a11f8 | She was a shrewd woman, and knew that the art of life is to know when to stop talking. What words have accomplished, too many words can undo. "Good-bye." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 06b4299 | It soon became apparent that the light of the lamp, though bestowing the doubtful privilege of a clearer view of Mr. Repetto's face, held certain disadvantages. Scarcely had the staff of Cosy Moments reached the faint yellow pool of light, in the centre of which Mr. Repetto reclined, than, with a suddenness which caused them to leap into the air, there sounded from the darkness down the road the crack-crack-crack of a revolver. Instantly fr.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 483a8bb | His manner had the offensive jauntiness of the man who has had a cold bath when he might just as easily have had a hot one. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 8d4cc74 | The ideal girl . . . would be kind. That was because she would also be extremely intelligent, and, being extremely intelligent, would have need of kindness to enable her to bear with a not very intelligent man like himself. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cbd2b34 | Mike's emotion took him back to the phraseology of school days. 'You an ass! | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 81d772c | Ask the first lion cub you meet, and it will tell you that, once you've tasted blood, there is no pulling up, and it's the same with opening telegrams. | P.G. Wodehouse |