P.G. Wodehouse 是何許人？請看：http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._G._Wodehouse
A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.‘.
The voice of Love seemed to call me, but it was a wrong number.
You’re one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It’s a great gift.
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