P G Wodehouse quotes

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

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when".

If he had a mind, there was something on it.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

Some minds are like soup in a poor restaurant—better left unstirred.

She uttered a sound rather like an elephant taking its foot out of a mud hole in a Burmese teak forest.