I shoved on a dressing-gown, and flew downstairs like a mighty, rushing wind.

Statisticians estimate that crime among good golfers is lower than in any class of the community except possibly bishops.

There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.

I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

I always advise people never to give advice.

From my earliest years I had always wanted to be a writer. It was not that I had any particular message for humanity. I am still plugging away and not the ghost of one so far, so it begins to look as though, unless I suddenly hit mid-season form in my eighties, humanity will remain a message short.