On the golf course, a man may be the dogged victim of inexorable fate, be struck down by an appalling stroke of tragedy, become the hero of unbelievable melodrama, or the clown in a side-splitting comedy.

Nobody ever wins the National Open. Somebody loses it.

The moment the average golfer attempts to play from long grass or a bunker or from a difficult lie of any kind, he becomes a digger instead of a swinger.

Some emotions cannot be endured with a golf club in your hands.

The secret of golf is to turn three shots into two.

Rhythm and timing are the two things which we all must have, yet no one knows how to teach either.

Too much ambition is a bad thing to have in a bunker.