I'm not a great player, but I'm a damn good one.

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.

In truth, it was also by design: as much as I loved my mother, she wasn't often the person I sought for comfort in hard times. She disapproved tacitly of crying.

It wasnt the greatest script in the world, but not many people can say theyve played a wicked king in a swashbuckling Arthurian special-effects monster movie.

So much of learning to be an American is learning not to let your individuality become a nuisance.

The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to stain its face with coal dust and fight body to body.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

There is nothing better than music as a means for upliftment of the soul.

Why should I stretch? Does a cheetah stretch before it chases its prey?

DIE in the past. Live in the future.

I am grieved that these continuing stories are everyday matters swept away.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.