Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.

Golf tip: Lay off for three weeks and then quit for good.

I shot a wild elephant in Africa thirty yards from me, and it didn't hit the ground until it was right at my feet. I wasn't a bit scared. But a four foot putt scares me to death.

Those who go along get along.

Nobody asked how you looked, just what you shot.

To be consistently effective, you must put a certain distance between yourself and what happens to you on the golf course. This is not indifference, it's detachment.

The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.