Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

To find a man's true character, play golf with him.

Comedy is the kindly contemplation of the incongruous.

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.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

Golf is the Great Mystery.

...there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.