It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.

The test of a great golfer is his ability to recover from a bad start.

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

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.

I laughed derisively. "For goodness' sake, don't start gargling now. This is serious." "I was laughing." "Oh, were you? Well, I'm glad to see you taking it in this merry spirit." "Derisively," I explained.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.