P. G. Wodehouse Short Quotes

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There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter.

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

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"Elementary, my dear Watson, elementary," murmured Psmith.

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Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

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You would not like Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.
Jeeves to Bertie Wooster

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In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.

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The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

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It was a harsh, rasping voice, in its timbre not unlike a sawmill.

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Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

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There are men who fear repartee in a wife more keenly than a sword.

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It is the glorious uncertainty of golf that makes it the game it is.

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'Stinko, is he?'
'Not perhaps stinko, but certainly effervescent.'

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Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.

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'Are you sure?' I said that sure was just what I wasn't anything but.

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He had never acted in his life, and couldn't play the pin in Pinafore.

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The test of a great golfer is his ability to recover from a bad start.

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The Duke's moustache was rising and falling like seaweed on an ebb-tide.

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My Aunt Agatha, the curse of the Home Counties and a menace to one and all.

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At this moment, the laurel bush, which had hitherto not spoken, said "Psst!"

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Aunt Agatha, who eats broken bottles and wears barbed wire next to the skin.

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So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.

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

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She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.

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I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.

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It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.

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