It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art.

I never played a perfect 18 holes. There is no such thing. I expect to make at least seven mistakes a round. Therefore, when I make a bad shot, I don't worry about it. It is just one of the seven.

No one remembers who came in second.

What a shame to waste those great shots on the practice tee.

Give me a man with big hands and big feet and no brains and I'll make a golfer out of him.

Why waste good shots in practice when you might need them in a match?

Every golfer can expect to have four bad shots in a round and when you do, just put them out of your mind. This, of course is hard to do when you've had them and you're not even off the first tee.