Mere abuse is no criticism.

I don't know if you know it, J.B., but you're the sort of fellow who causes hundreds to fall under suspicion when he's found stabbed in his library with a paper-knife of Oriental design.

They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.

In all crises of human affairs there are two broad courses open to a man. He can stay where he is or he can go elsewhere.

If you could call the thing a horse. If it hadn't shown a flash of speed in the straight, it would have got mixed up with the next race.

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.

Providence seems to look after the chumps of this world; and, personally, I'm all for it.