I played the British Open in 1937. It took a week to get there and a week to get home. I was the low American; finished fourth or fifth. And what it came down to was, I lost a good part of my summer, won $185, and spent $1,000 on boat fare alone.

In my day we simply didn't believe that it was possible to play as well as these young fellows do. We thought that strength denied touch and that you could not consistently hit the ball both long and straight. It's been proven that you can.

The only shots you can be sure of are those you've had already.

Golf is a percentage game, and I play the percentages.

Golf is a lot like life. When you make a decision, stick with it.

One way to break up any kind of tension is good deep breathing.

Winners are different. They're a different breed of cat.