Every day you miss playing or practicing is one day longer it takes to be good.

I could not wait for the sun to come up the next morning so that I could get out on the course again.

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.

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

If the Masters offered no money at all, I would be here trying just as hard.

You never fight your eye when you look at a hole. If it looks one way, play it that way. Don't make a big deal out of an easy shot.

I dreamed one night that I had 17 holes-in-one and one two, and when I woke up I was so goddam mad.