Quotes About Character

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

To find a man's true character, play golf with him.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.

there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.

In his normal state he would not strike a lamb. I've known him to do it' 'Do what?' 'Not strike lambs

There's no doubt about it, being a policeman warps a man's mind and ruins that sunny faith in his fellow human beings which is the foundation of a lovable character. There seems to be no way of avoiding this.

If she ever turned into a werewolf, it would be one of those jolly breezy werewolves whom it is a pleasure to know.

A dog without influence or private means, if he is to make his way in the world, must have either good looks or amiability.

After all, golf is only a game,'' said Millicent. Women say these things without thinking. It does not mean that there is any kink in their character. They simply don't realise what they're saying.

He's only got two sides, a bad side and a worse side

He is England's premier fiend in human shape.

He was a red-headed chap, and my experience of the red-headed is that you can always expect high blood pressure from them in times of stress. The first Queen Elizabeth had red hair, and look what she did to Mary Queen of Scots.

What would Jeeves do that for? It struck me as rummy, too.... I mean to say, it's nothing to Jeeves what sort of a face you have! No! said Cyril. He spoke a little coldly, I fancied. I don't know why. Well, I'll be popping. Toodle-oo!

It would seem to be an inexorable law of Nature that no man shall shine at both ends. If he has a high forehead and a thirst for wisdom, his fox-trotting (if any) shall be as the staggerings of the drunken; while, if he is a good dancer, he is nearly always petrified from the ears upward.

A tall, drooping man, looking as if he has been stuffed in a hurry by an incompetent taxidermist.

there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

Henry lived in a boarding-house in Guildford Street.

Aunt Agatha is like an elephant- not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.

He was an unpleasant youth, snub-nosed and spotty. Still, he could balance himself with one hand on an inverted ginger-ale bottle while revolving a barrel on the soles of his feet. There is good in all of us.

what is a pleasant voice if the soul be vile?

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.