Quotes About Satire

I adore political parties. They are the only place left to us where people don't talk politics.

The proper basis for marriage is mutual misunderstanding. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. One should always be in love - that's the reason one should never marry.

At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.

You cut life to pieces with your epigrams.

Who had a large wardrobe of Humour's cast-off clothes

I don't desire to change anything in England except the weather

Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon... I mean poor Bunbury died this afternoon. What did he die of? Bunbury? Oh, he was exploded!

If you're going to tell people the truth, make them laugh.

quand elle est en grande toilette, on dirait l'édition de luxe d'un mauvais roman français.

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

I'm] as broke as the ten commandments.

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.

Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy marriages come from husbands having brains. What good are brains to a man? They only unsettle him.

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.

I wonder the food didn't turn to ashes in our mouths! Eggs! Muffins! Sardines! All wrung from the bleeding lips of the starving poor! Oh, I say! What a beastly idea!... Jeeves came in to clear away, and found me sitting among the ruins. It was all very well for Comrade Butt to knock the food, but he had pretty well finished the ham; and if you had shoved the remainder of the jam into the bleeding lips of the starving poor it would hardly have made them sticky.

You won't mind my calling you Comrade, will you? I've just become a socialist. It's a great scheme. You ought to be one. You work for the equal distribution of property, and start by collaring all you can and sitting on it.

You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?

I'm a bit short on brain myself; the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don't you know;

He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published

It occurred to him as a passing thought that all was for the best in this best of all possible worlds.

It went automatically to a heavy-weight mother with beetling eyebrows who looked as if she had just come from doing a spot of knitting at the foot of the guillotine.

P.G. Wodehouse

I ate cheese gravely.