I'm glad I brought this course, this monster, to its knees.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

The truth is, the first golf club I owned was an old left-handed, wooden-shafted, rib-faced mashie that a fellow gave me, and that's the club I was weaned on. During the mornings we caddies would bang the ball up and down the practice field until the members arrived and it was time to go to work. So I did all that formative practice left-handed. But I'm a natural right-hander.

A shot that goes in the cup is pure luck, but a shot to within two feet of the flag is skill.

Placing the ball in the right position for the next shot is eighty percent of winning golf.

The ultimate judge of your swing is the flight of the ball.

Selecting a stroke is like selecting a wife. To each his own.