A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour. P. G. Wodehouse More Quotes by P. G. Wodehouse More Quotes From P. G. Wodehouse Oh, Jeeves,' I said; 'about that check suit.' Yes, sir?' Is it really a frost?' A trifle too bizarre, sir, in my opinion.' But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is.' Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.' He's supposed to be one of the best men in London.' I am saying nothing against his moral character, sir. P. G. Wodehouse character men order I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so." "It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir. P. G. Wodehouse girl stupid mean What I'm worrying about is what Tom is going to say when he starts talking." "Uncle Tom?" "I wish there was something else you could call him except 'Uncle Tom,' " Aunt Dahlia said a little testily. "Every time you do it, I expect to see him turn black and start playing the banjo. P. G. Wodehouse aunt uncles talking This Vladimir Brusiloff to whom I have referred was the famous Russian novelist. . . . Vladimir specialized in gray studies of hopeless misery, where nothing happened till page three hundred and eighty, when the moujik decided to commit suicide. . . . Cuthbert was an optimist at heart, and it seemed to him that, at the rate at which the inhabitants of that interesting country were murdering one another, the supply of Russian novelists must eventually give out. P. G. Wodehouse suicide heart country You can't be a successful Dictator and design women's underclothing. P. G. Wodehouse dictator design successful Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world. P. G. Wodehouse proof courses world When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope. P. G. Wodehouse shrinking secret heart This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers. P. G. Wodehouse literature age may Other men puffed, snorted, and splashed. George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. Other men swallowed water, here a mouthful, there a pint, anon, maybe, a quart or so, and returned to the shore like foundering derelicts. George's mouth had all the exclusiveness of a fashionable club. His breast stroke was a thing to see and wonder at. When he did the crawl, strong men gasped. When he swam on his back, you felt that that was the only possible method of progression. P. G. Wodehouse ocean strong men He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons. P. G. Wodehouse dancer twelve taken ...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature. P. G. Wodehouse garden feelings book I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it. P. G. Wodehouse oneself moments world No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse spit novelists Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice. P. G. Wodehouse calling love-is needs 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. P. G. Wodehouse dark night moving Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out? P. G. Wodehouse dachshunds dog ears the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments P. G. Wodehouse fragments ice broken We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity. P. G. Wodehouse jeeves dignity quiet In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness. P. G. Wodehouse thickness opinion events It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought. P. G. Wodehouse medicine uncles discovery
