The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured coziness. – P.G. Wodehouse
She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say “when.” – P.G. Wodehouse
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove. – P.G. Wodehouse
There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine. – P.G. Wodehouse
In the worship of Bacchus, we have sacrificed too freely…. Why not consecrate ourselves to the queen of the Camelias, and revel in the warm stream of sympathy that flows from her altar? In the liquid amber within the ivory-porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius… – Okakura KakuzÅ