His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.

There are three things in the world that he held in the smallest esteem - slugs, poets and caddies with hiccups.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.

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

His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.

When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.

The only way of really finding out a man's true character is to play golf with him. In no other walk of life does the cloven hoof so quickly display itself.