My Dear, Did You Ever Stop To

Don't Forget To Stop And Smell The Roses.

What A Shame To Waste Those Great Shots On The Practice Tee.

My Dear, Did You Ever Stop To Think What A Wonderful Bunker You Would Make?

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.

Here Eddie, Hold The Flag While I Putt Out.