About The Only Good Thing

I Admit That When The Facts Are Not Good Enough, I Always Exaggerate Them.

Any Man Will Admit If Need Be That His Sight Is Not Good, Or That He Cannot Swim Or Shoots Badly With A Rifle, But To Touch Upon His Sense Of Humour Is To Give Him Mortal Affront.

He Flung Himself From The Room, Flung Himself Upon His Horse And Rode Madly Off In All Directions.

The Tears Of Childhood Fall Fast And Easily, And Evil Be To Him Who Makes Them Flow.

Golf May Be Played On Sunday, Not Being A Game Within The View Of The Law, But Being A Form Of Moral Effort.