The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

Routine is the death to heroism.

I've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the case of a chip shot, for instance. If you're really wretched, you don't care where the ball is going and so you don't raise your head to see. Grief automatically prevents pressing and over-swinging. Look at the top-notchers. Have you ever seen a happy pro?

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter