No One Ever Swung Too Slowly.

On The Golf Course, A Man May Be The Dogged Victim Of Inexorable Fate, Be Struck Down By An Appalling Stroke Of Tragedy, Become The Hero Of Unbelievable Melodrama, Or The Clown In A Side-splitting Comedy.

The Moment The Average Golfer Attempts To Play From Long Grass Or A Bunker Or From A Difficult Lie Of Any Kind, He Becomes A Digger Instead Of A Swinger.

He [the Golfer] Must Have The Courage To Keep Trying In The Face Of Ill Luck Or Disappointment, And Timidity To Appreciate And Appraise The Dangers Of Each Stroke, And To Curb The Desire To Take Chances Beyond Reasonable Hope Of Success.

No Putt Is Too Short To Be Despised.

I Think That (alister) Mackenzie And I Managed To Work As A Completely Sympathetic Team. Of Course There Was Never Any Question That He Was The Architect And I Was The Advisor And Consultant. No Man Learns To Design A Golf Course Simply By Playing Golf, No Matter How Well. But It Happened That Both Of Us Were Extravagant Admirers Of The Old Course At St Andrews And We Both Desired As Much As Possible To Simulate Seaside Conditions Insofar As The Differences In Turf And Terrain Would Allow.