the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons

I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.

But everything is relative, Bertie... You, for instance, are my relative, and I am your relative.

That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely.

the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments

Many bad golfers marry, feeling that a wife's loving solicitude may improve their game. But they are rugged, thick-skinned men, not sensitive and introspective. It is one of the chief merits of golf that non-success at the game induces a certain amount of decent humilty, which keeps a man from pluming himself too much on any petty triumphs he may achieve in other walks of life.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.