Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove. – P.G. Wodehouse
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of butterflies in the adjoining meadows. – P.G. Wodehouse
Do men who have got all their marbles go swimming in lakes with their clothes on? – P.G. Wodehouse
What men have called friendship is only a social arrangement, a mutual adjustment of interests, an interchange of services given and received it is, in sum, simply a business from which those involved propose to derive a steady profit for their own self-love. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld