He enjoys that perfect peace, that peace beyond all understanding, which comes to its maximum only to the man who has given up golf.

Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much.

Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit." "Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction.

It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.

It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.

Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy marriages come from husbands having brains. What good are brains to a man? They only unsettle him.