on a london stroll
It was his practice, when walking through London, to look hopefully about him on the chance of exciting things happening. Nothing of the slightest interest had ever happened yet, and he had sometimes felt discouraged. But Bond Street restored his optimism. This, he felt, was a spot where anything might occur at any moment.
Here if anywhere, he said to himself, might beautiful women in slinky clothes sidle up to a man and slip into his hand the long envelope containing the Naval Treaty stolen that morning from a worried Foreign Office, mistaking him - on the strength of the carnation in his buttonhole - for Flash Alec, their accomplice. [big money]
on an old nurse
Mrs. Wisdom was plump and comfortable. She gazed at Berry with stolid affection, like a cow inspecting a turnip. To her, he was still the infant he had been when they had first met. Her manner towards him was always that of wise Age assisting helpless Youth through a perplexing world. [big money]
on bruising hearts
A girl cannot go about the place for a month and a half with a manner as enchanting as the wand of a siren without bruising a heart or two. [big money]
on sub-editors
Sub-editors get that way in London. After a few years in Fleet Street, they become temperamentally incapable of seeing any difference between a lot of infants tootling on trombones and a man and a maid starting out hand in hand on the long trail together. If you want to excite a sub-editor, you must be a Mystery Fiend and slay six with hatchet. [big money]
on objectional happenings
If there was one thing he disliked more than another in a world full of objectional happenings, it was having his office staff get telephone calls on his personal wire. And when these calls had to do with the texture of their underclothing, the iron entered pretty deeply into his soul. [big money]
on dreadful circumstances
If the prophet Job had entered the room at that moment, T. Paterson Frisby would have shaken his hand and said, 'Old man, I know just how you must have felt.' [big money]
on what i'm looking for
What I'm looking for is one of those men you read about in books who meet a girl for the first time and gaze into her eyes and cry "My Mate!" and fold her in their arms. And I shan't care if he's a stevedore and hasn't a penny in the world. [big money]
on a childhood acquaintance
I don't see how you can expect a girl to get warm and confused about someobdy she's seen grow up from a sticky-faced kid in a Lord Fauntleroy suit. I want to meet somone different. I want romance. There must be romance somewhere in the world. [big money]
on the perfect man
She is so appallingly romantic. The ordinary young man isn't good enough for her, it seems. Oh dear no! I asked her the other day what she did want, and she said something like a mixture of Gene Tunney and T. E. Lawrence and Lindbergh would do if he looked like Ronald Coleman. [big money]
on women and money
'Women,' commented the Biscuit, 'ought never to be allowed cheque-books. I've often said so. Mugs, every one of them.' [big money]
on a writer's prose
A writer's prose may come from the heart, but it is seldom that he does not need to polish, to touch up, to heighten the colour. [big money]
on a sneaking butler
I am unable to state, therefore, whether it was ten minutes later or more like twenty when I emerged from a profound reverie to discover that Jeeves was in my midst. I had had no inkling of his approach, but then one very often hasn't. He has a way of suddenly materializing at one's side like one of those Indian blokes who shoot their astral bodies to and fro, going into thin air in Rangoon and re-assembling the parts in Calcutta. I think it's done with mirrors. [jeeves in the morning]
on repetition
When your whole faith in human nature has been shattered, you are entitled to repeat yourself a bit. [jeeves in the morning]
on a lovers' quarrel
When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff. [jeeves in the morning]
on proper procedure
Every impulse urged me to give the little snurge six of the best with a bludgeon. But you can't very well slosh a child who has just lost his eyebrows. Besides, I hadn't a bludgeon. [jeeves in the morning]
on aunt agatha
Aunt Agatha is like an elephant - not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets. [jeeves in the morning]
on seeing an old friend
It having been some considerable time since we had foregathered, there ensued, of course, a certain period of leaping about and fraternizing. [jeeves in the morning]
on an approaching marriage
Too often on such occasions one feels...that the kindly thing to do would be to seize the prospective bridgegroom's trousers in one's teeth and draw him back from danger, as faithful dogs do to their masters on the edge of precipices on dark nights. [jeeves in the morning]
on money
It was an expression of rapture, of joy, of almost beautific happiness - the look, in short, of a man who sees his way clear to laying his hands on five hundred pounds. [summer lighting]
There is about the mention of any substantial sum of money something that seems to exercise a quickening effect on the human intelligence. [summer lightning]
on waiting for love
The longer I wait, the more fascinating it will give him time to become. [summer lightning]
on butlers
A butler, felt the Hon. Galahad, is a bulter, and a startled fawn is a startled fawn. He disliked the blend of the two in a single body. [summer lightning]
on human nature
The evidence was damning, and yet Lord Emsworth found himself once more prey to doubt. Of the blackness of Sir Gregory Parsole-Parsole's soul he had, of course, been long aware. But could the man actually be capable of the Crime of the Century? A fellow landowner? A Justice of the Peace? A man who grew pumpkins? A Baronet? [summer lightning]
Do you suppose a fellow changes his nature just because a cousin of his dies and he comes into a Baronetcy? [summer lightning]
