Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

“The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clap…”

“I turned round and Jeeves shied like a startled mustang.”

“everything is relative. you, for instance, are my relative.”

“Success comes to a writer, as a rule, so gradually that it is always something …”