Short putts are missed because it is not physically possible to make the little ball travel over uncertain ground for three or four feet with any degree of regularity.

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.

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.

As far back as history records people thinking, thinking peoplehave been befuddled by the mysteries of life and existence.

I can do one of two things. I can be President of the United States or I can control Alice Roosevelt. (His 19-year-old daughter.) I cannot possibly do both.

How do I know it was meant to happen this way? Because it did.

I stand proud, but I never said my pledge allegiance

I got an owner that looks out for me. You can't beat that.

Unless your campaign has a big idea, it will pass like a ship in the night.

What sucks the worst is . . . this world was a gift to us, and we broke it, and part of the deal is that if we want things right, we have to fix it ourselves. But we can't. We try, but we can't.

The light of the Way seems dim.

Whenever we cover our brother's sin, God will cover ours; whenever we tell people about our brother's guilt, God will do the same about ours.