If we could have just screwed another head on his shoulders, he would have been the greatest golfer who ever lived.

All other things being equal, greens break to the west.

Hitting a golf ball and putting have nothing in common. They're two different games. You work all your life to perfect a repeating swing that will get you to the greens, and then you have to try to do something that is totally unrelated. There shouldn't be any cups, just flag sticks. And then the man who hit the most fairways and greens and got closest to the pins would be the tournament winner.

If you can't outplay them, outwork them.

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.

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

I have always felt and said that a man who can be a champion in one era could be a champion in any other era because he has what it takes to reach the top.