“I am Psmith. I sub-edit.”

“I am Psmith," said the old Etonian reverently. "There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis.”

“The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.”

“We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.”

“Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.”

“There are many fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances. But the only time that is yours is the present.”

“it crossed Farren's mind that although death seemed big, life was even bigger”