Practice, which some regard as a chore, should be approached as just about the most pleasant recreation ever devised.

The mediocre golfer generally is one who is too lazy to play better.

I just hitch up my girdle and let 'er fly.

That little white ball won't move until you hit it, and there's nothing you can do after it has gone.

Luck? Sure. But only after long practice and only with the ability to think under pressure.

You know when there's a star, like in show business, the star has her name in lights on the marquee! Right? And the star gets themoney because the people come to see the star, right? Well, I'm the star, and all of you are in the chorus.

A couple of hours of practice is worth ten sloppy rounds.