Had he lived beyond what the human body can endure today would have been the wonderful PG Wodehouse's 131st birthday. To celebrate: some of his best lines.

• Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.
• He got through the song somehow and limped off amidst roars of silence from the audience.
• Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.
• She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.
• I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
• He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when"
• He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange backyard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.
• "Yes, sir," said Jeeves in a low, cold voice, as if he had been bitten in the leg by a personal friend.