This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

Golf acts as a corrective against sinful pride. I attribute the insane arrogance of the later Roman Emperors almost entirely to the fact that, never having played golf, they never knew that strange chastening humility which is engendered by a topped chip shot. If Cleopatra had been ousted in the first round of the Ladies' Singles, we should have heard a lot less of her proud imperiousness.

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

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

It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up.

She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

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