If the prophet Job were to walk into the room at this moment, I could sit swapping hard-luck stories with him till bedtime.'

Even at normal times Aunt Dahlia's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She loo…

I charged into something which might have been a tree, but was not--being, in point of fact, Jeeves.

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia, lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

I am as sober as a judge.

I have Bright's disease and he has mine.

Nell: Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. Nagg: Oh? Nell: Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the begi…