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

I mean, if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

I may as well tell you, here and now, that if you are going about the place thinking things pretty, you will never make a modern poet. Be poignant, man, be poignant!

A golfer needs a loving wife to whom he can describe the day's play through the long evening.

Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.