To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.

Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.

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.

You always find things you didn't know you were going to say, and that is the adventure.

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.