It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

He enjoys that perfect peace, that peace beyond all understanding, which comes to its maximum only to the man who has given up golf.

...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.