A detailed analysis of his four-putt at the 1986 Masters: I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I make.

I do not trust doctors. They are like golfers. Every one has a different answer to your problems.

The only time I talk on the golf course is to my caddie. And then only to complain when he gives me the wrong club.

I'd like to see the fairways more narrow. Then everybody would have to play from the rough, not just me.

The point is that it doesn't matter if you look like a beast before or after the hit, as long as you look like a beauty at the moment of impact.

I miss. I miss. I miss. I make.

If you ever feel sorry for somebody on a golf course, you better go home. If you don't kill them, they'll kill you.