I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.

Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricous goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrimination. On every side we see big two-fisted he-men floundering round in three figures, stopping every few minutes to let through little shrimps with knock-knees and hollow cheeks, who are tearing up snappy seventy-fours.

It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.