Within your own generation-the same songs, the same wars, the same attitudes toward those wars, the same rules and radio shows in the air-you can gauge the possibilities and impossibilities. With a person of another generation, you are treading water, playing with fire.

In no other sport must the spectator move.

The fact that we still live well cannot ease the feeling that we no longer live nobly.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

Golf camaraderie, like that of astronauts and Antarctic explorers, is based on a common experience of transcendence; fat or thin, scratch or duffer, we have been somerwhere together where non-golfers never go.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.