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

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.

However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck.