Quotes About Wit

Mere surprise, however, was never enough to prevent Psmith talking.

Well, ha-jolly-ha to YOU, young Stiffie-- with knobs on!

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; but give me five minutes to talk the thing over with Jeeves, and I'm game to advise any one about anything.

I said, 'Don't talk rot, Old Tom Travers. I am not accustomed to talk rot, he said. Then, for a beginner, I said, you do it dashed well.

They're soul mates. She has about as much brain as a retarded billiards ball, and he approximately the same.

anyone looking at you would write you off as a brainless nincompoop with about as much intelligence as a dead rabbit.

I knew a chap who bumped his leg, and it turned black and had to be cut off at the knee.' 'You do seem to mix with the most extraordinary people.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again--girls are rummy. Old Pop Kipling never said a truer word than when he made that crack about the f. of the s. being more d. than the m.

She threw in the last suggestion entirely in a sporting spirit. She loved battle, and she had a feeling that this one was going to finish far too quickly. To prolong it, she gave him this opening. There were a dozen ways in which he might answer, each more insulting than the last; and then, when he had finished, she could begin again. These little encounters, she held, sharpened the wits, stimulated the circulation, and kept one out in the open air. - The Romance of an Ugly Policeman

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 stood looking at the detective like Schopenhauer's butcher at the selected lamb.

Morning, Bill,' said Lord Tidmouth agreeably. 'Go to hell!' said Bill. 'Right-ho,' said his lordship.

Man and boy, Jeeves, I have been in some tough spots in my time, but this one wins the mottled oyster.

Mere surprise, however, was never enough to prevent Psmith talking. He began at once.

Brainy badinage of that sort is exchanged every day in the best society. You should hear dukes and earls! The wit! the esprit! The flow of soul!

About two hours afterwards Gethryn discovered a suitable retort, but, coming to the conclusion that better late than never does not apply to repartees, refrained from speaking it.

Dear old Bicky, though a stout fellow and absolutely unrivaled as an imitator of bull-terriers and cats, was in many ways one of the most pronounced fatheads that ever pulled on a suit of gent's underwear.

P.G. Wodehouse

Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your life once." "When?" "Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow, then." ("Jeeves in the Springtime")

But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is. Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.

I killed him with my niblick, said Celia. I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a niblick shot.

I ate cheese gravely.

Emerson," I reminded him, "says a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature, sir." "Well, you can tell Emerson from me next time you see him that he's an ass." "Very good, sir." "What I want—Jeeves, have you seen that play called I-forget-its-dashed-name?

One glance at the girl convinced R. Jones that he had been right. Circumstances had made him a rapid judge of character, for in profession of living by one's wits in a large city, the first principle of offence and defence is to sum people up at first sight.