Of all the hazards, fear is the worst.

Forget your opponents; always play against par.

There is an old saying: if a man comes home with sand in his cuffs and cockleburs in his pants, don't ask him what he shot.

If a lot of people gripped a knife and fork the way they do a golf club, they'd starve to death.

You've just one problem. You stand too close to the ball after you've hit it.

Practice puts brains in your muscles.

Keep close count of your nickels and dimes, stay away from whiskey, and never concede a putt.

In golf, as in life, you get out of it what you put into it.

Never let up. The more you can win by, the more doubts you put in the other players' minds the next time out.

What abandoned course is that?

I believe in destiny...what's going to be is going to be. If I'm going to win, I'm going to win...I don't give a damn what the other guy shoots. I'm going to win if it's my turn.

It is not enough simply to wish that love and compassion grow within us. We need a sustained effort to cultivate such positive qualities.

Pride becomes the blanket transgression that conceals the rest of our sins, allowing us to remain blind to them.

We die the day we lose the will to go on. We die the day we stop caring about life.

We in Wales see ourselves as a nation. We're not English. We're far from it. Yeah, we're part of the U.K. We've benefited from being members of the U.K.

Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.

We expect the states to show us whether or not we're achieving simple objectives-like literacy, literacy in math, the ability to read and write.

No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.

A gut-string classical Spanish guitar, a sweet, lovely little lady. The smell of it. Even now, to open a guitar case, when it's an old wooden guitar, I could crawl in and close the lid.

You rebel against your parents until you become them. One day you look in the mirror and you see your father's face.

My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.