That little white ball is always staring back at you, daring you to make a mistake.

Nobody asked how you looked, just what you shot.

Grip the club as if you were holding a baby bird.

Good golfing temperament falls between taking it with a grin or shrug and throwing a fit.

Of all the hazards, fear is the worst.

'You know Bobby, when I was your age I'd drive the ball right over those trees at the corner.' Feeling challenged Mr. Cole hit a big driver right into those big trees. Snead then said 'Of course, when I was your age, those trees were only 10 feet high.'

Thinking instead of acting is the number one golf disease.