675 Quotes by P. G. Wodehouse

There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth, I remember Jeeves saying once, it is to have a thankless child, and it isn’t a dashed sight better having a thankless aunt.

Cold is the ogre that drives all beautiful things into hiding.

Brainy badinage of that sort is exchanged every day in the best society. You should hear dukes and earls! The wit! the esprit! The flow of soul!

There’s too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.

Excuse me, I must go and putt.

On the cue ‘five aunts’ I had given at the knees a trifle, for the thought of being confronted with such a solid gaggle of aunts, even if those of another, was an unnerving one. Reminding myself that in this life it is not aunts that matter, but the courage that one brings to them, I pulled myself together.

This man’s brother I was telling you about,” said Spennie, “says there’s only one rhyme in the English language to ‘burglar’, and that’s ‘gurgler’. Unless you count ‘pergola’, he says – –.

Bingo swayed like a jelly in a high wind.