I See No Reason That A Golf

I Could Not Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again.

There Are No Shortcuts In The Quest For Perfection.

The Truth Is, The First Golf Club I Owned Was An Old Left-handed, Wooden-shafted, Rib-faced Mashie That A Fellow Gave Me, And That's The Club I Was Weaned On. During The Mornings We Caddies Would Bang The Ball Up And Down The Practice Field Until The Members Arrived And It Was Time To Go To Work. So I Did All That Formative Practice Left-handed. But I'm A Natural Right-hander.

Golf Is 20 Percent Talent And 80 Percent Management.

If We Could Have Just Screwed Another Head On His Shoulders, He Would Have Been The Greatest Golfer Who Ever Lived.