There's no set time or schedule for developing one's skills as a professional golfer, and it certainly doesn't come overnight. It's a muscle-memory exercise that comes over time.

Shoot a lower score than everybody else.

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.

Jesus Christ can't hit a golf ball straight. It's virtually impossible - at best it's an accident.

This is a game of misses. The guy who misses the best is going to win.

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

I have found the game to be, in all factualness, a universal language wherever I traveled at home or abroad.