Every golfer has a little monster in him. It's just that type of sport.

Vodka does not ease back pain. But it does get your mind off it.

I might not come home with hardware, but I'm winning.

Newspapers do a good job telling me what happened yesterday, but they'd be a lot more impressive if they could tell me what's going to happen tomorrow.

The greatest thing about golf, there's no end to it unless you're dead. You just go from here to the Senior Tour.

I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.

Life is not a bowl full of cherries, there's good and bad stuff.

Because you pray after you play.

You've got to gamble every once in a while in a round of golf. I'm not afraid to screw up.

I've never been to heaven and, thinking back on my life, I probably won't get a chance to go. I guess the Masters is as close as I'm going to get.

I accept the fact that I'm going to miss it sometimes. I just hope I miss it where I can find it.

Life is about cherishing memories, getting lost in moments of beauty, and enjoying profound joy and happiness.

We cherish reprobates, not for their cruelty, but for their little show of patronage.

Things will happen. But you have to believe that nothing is impossible.

What we call people so often distances us from them, and makes them little.

If you treat staff as your equal, they'll roll their sleeves up to get the job done.

Well, the white race in America is the same way. As individuals it is impossible for them to escape the collective crime committed against the Negroes in this country, collectively.

Arabs and their allies are conducting a total war against Israel. A total war means a war of lies. The PA [Palestinian Authority] promotes lies; lying in Islam is permitted.

Looks can be deceiving.

Real people move, they bear with them the element of time. It is this fourth dimension of people that I try to capture in a photograph.

There, carried high on a bank of clouds, hovers a shape, a triangle in the sky. This is the Holy Mountain Athos, station of a faith where all the years have stopped.