I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.

When you're alone you don't do much laughing.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.