you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years, or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.

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 pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves