Sublime

Lady Duff Twysden, a character right out of a very good English novel who had lost her way. Her look was original, her chic was original, and God knows her speech and her capacity for drink were all original.

These are mere straws, Jeeves. Do not let us chop them.”

Rulers and reformers are a race of rather pedantic porters, always carrying an unknown present to an unknown person, not unfrequently (I fancy) the wrong present to the wrong person.

Irresponsibility of Thought.

A ‘great’ butler can only be, surely, one who can point to his years of service and say that he has applied his talents to serving a great gentleman – and through the latter, to serving humanity.

"This is no savage country, my friend. But no men? Boys, it behooves us to go forward most politely."

Common sense is a fairy thread, thin and faint, and as easily lost as gossamer.

Londres. Lord Henry no había vuelto aún. Siempre se retrasaba por principio, ya que, en su opinión, la puntualidad es el ladrón del tiempo.