It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky.
P. G. WodehouseIt's curious how, when you're in love, you yearn to go about doing acts of kindness to everybody.
P. G. WodehouseThere is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
P. G. Wodehouse