It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

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.

Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.

You can't be a successful Dictator and design women's underclothing.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.