Playing Golf Is Like Chasing A Quinine

There Are A Terrible Lot Of Lies Going About The World, And The Worst Of It Is That Half Of Them Are True.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days.

Go Into The Sunshine And Be Happy With What You See.

It Is With Deep Grief I Watch The Clattering Down Of The British Empire With All Its Glories And All The Services It Has Rendered To Mankind.

We Are Masters Of The Unsaid Words, But Slaves Of Those We Let Slip Out.