I have never felt so lonely as on a golf course in the midst of a championship with thousands of people around, especially when things began to go wrong and the crowds started wandering away.

I can play the game only one way. I must play every shot for all there is in it. I cannot play safe.

The object of golf is to beat someone. Make sure that someone is not yourself.

Doesn't it show us all that we are silly little boys or fatuous asses to think that we can play golf without making a lot of bad shots?

In golf, the customs and etiquette and decorum are as important as the rules of play.

Golf is assuredly a mystifying game. It would seem that if a person has hit a golf ball correctly a thousand times, he should be able to duplicate the performance at will. But such is certainly not the case.

If ever I needed an eight foot putt, and everything I owned depended on it, I would want Arnold Palmer to putt for me.