Every author really wants to have letters printed in the papers. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels.
To find a man's true character, play golf with him.
Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.
She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.
Golf, like measles, should be caught young.
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
