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

She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born, which, as we know, is not the case. She's a drooper.

Employers are like horses — they require management.

Sudden success in golf is like the sudden acquisition of wealth. It is apt to unsettle and deteriorate the character.

There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.

Beginning with a critique of my own limbs, which she said, justly enough, were nothing to write home about, this girl went on to dissect my manners, morals, intellect, general physique, and method of eating asparagus with such acerbity that by the time she had finished the best you could say of Bertram was that, so far as was known, he had never actually committed murder or set fire to an orphan asylum.

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.