The man who runs from his office to the golf club, gulps a sandwich, belches and races to the first tee has no business howling in anguish when he puts his first two shots in the woods, then tops a 3-iron shot into the pond.

It isn't the hours that you put in at practice that count. It's the way you spend those minutes.

Don't take your bad shots home with you.

I feel like I'm back visiting an old grandmother. She's crotchety and eccentric, but also elegant, and anyone who doesn't fall in love with her has no imagination.

The less said about the putter the better. Here is an instrument of torture, designed by Tantalus and forged in the devil's own smithy.

From its earliest beginnings, golf has been a gentleman's game - to be played as much for the sake of the game as for the contest.

You build a golf game like you build a wall, one brick at a time.