He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

In earlier times they had no statistics and so they had to fall back on lies. Hence the huge exaggerations of primitive literature, giants, miracles, wonders! It's the size that counts. They did it with lies and we do it with statistics: but it's all the same.

I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.

A sportsman is a man who, every now and then, simply has to get out and kill something.

All our yesterdays, it is true, have only lighted fools the way to dusty death. But we need at least the dates of the yesterdays and the list of the fools.

I am what is called a professor emeritus—from the Latin e, 'out,' and meritus, 'so he ought to be.

I've seen lifelong friends drift apart over golf just because one could play better, but the other counted better.