If you could call the thing a horse. If it hadn't shown a flash of speed in the straight, it would have got mixed up with the next race.

It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

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

It looked something like a pen wiper and something like a piece of hearth-rug. A second and keener inspection revealed it as a Pekinese puppy.

My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.