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

You're Mexican until you make money and then you're Spanish.

When it comes to the game of life, I figure I've played the whole course.

If you are caught on a golf course during a storm and are afraid of lightning, hold up a 1-iron. Not even God can hit a 1-iron.

I got no pride on the hole. It's a par-5 and I play it that way. A four is a birdie.

I've seen enough crazy shots to know they happen in the best of families.

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.