Putts get real difficult the day they hand out the money.

I'm a golfaholic, no question about that. Counseling wouldn't help me. They'd have to put me in prison, and then I'd talk the warden into building a hole or two and teach him how to play.

You can make a lot of money in this game. Just ask my ex-wives. Both of them are so rich that neither of their husbands work.

How can they beat me? I've been struck by lightning, had two back operations, and been divorced twice.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

Chipping and putting for par is like a dog chasing cars, he won't be doing it for very long.

My family was so poor the lady next door gave birth to me.