Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.

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

What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?

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

I've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the case of a chip shot, for instance. If you're really wretched, you don't care where the ball is going and so you don't raise your head to see. Grief automatically prevents pressing and over-swinging. Look at the top-notchers. Have you ever seen a happy pro?

Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.