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

You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.

No one remembers who came in second.

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.

You don't have the game you played last year or last week. You only have today's game. It may be far from your best, but that's all you've got. Harden your heart and make the best of it.

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.

I would rather be of clear mind and decision with the wrong club than with an unclear mind and the right club.

My dear, did you ever stop to think what a wonderful bunker you would make?

If you worry about the ones you missed, you are going to keep missing them.

I never wanted to be a millionaire. I just wanted to live like one.

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

For A Glorious Future: Leave Your Past Behind!

Luck often comes to those who are brave.

You can write a little and can draw a little, but there's necessarily a limitation on both in a comic strip, since it appears in such a tiny space.

Notre Dame had a ... sorta... statistical defense.

I think there comes a point in probably most father-son relationships where the son kind of starts becoming the parent.

All these stories are grist to the mill of the government because they build up a very useful war psychosis.

Your husband or your wife is the only person you can really choose to be your family and to have unconditional love with them.

Just in general, staying healthy and active is important.

If you make the thief the policeman there will be lots of investigation but no arrests will ever be made.

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.