I get as much fun as the next man from whaling the ball as hard as I can and catching it squarely on the button. But from sad experience I learned not to try this in a round that meant anything.

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.

Fight tautness whenever it occurs; strive for relaxed muscles throughout.

Nobody ever swung a club too slowly.

The main idea in golf as in life, I suppose is to learn to accept what cannot be altered and to keep on doing one's own reasoned and resolute best whether the prospect be bleak or rosy.

It is nevertheless a game of considerable passion, either of the explosive type, or that which burns inwardly and sears the soul.