A hungry dog hunts best.

No one who ever had lessons would have a swing like mine.

I still sweat. My guts are still grinding out there. Sometimes I have enough cotton in my mouth to knit a sweater.

Show me a golfer who doesn't have a mean streak, and I'll show you a weak competitor.

Columbus went around the world in 1492. That isn't a lot of strokes when you consider the course.

Two things that are not long for this world: dogs that chase cars and professional golfers who putt for pars.

They say I'm famous for my chip shots. Sure, when I hit 'em right, they land just so, like a butterfly with sore feet.