The Mark Of A Great Player Is

The Only Place That's Holier Than St. Andrews Is Westminster Abbey.

I'd Say That Golf Is About 75% Mental. If Your State Of Mind Gets Out Of Kilter, You're Worse Off Than A Tomcat Floating On A Log.

Keep Close Count Of Your Nickels And Dimes, Stay Away From Whiskey, And Never Concede A Putt.

The Only Reason I Ever Played In The First Place Was So I Could Afford To Hunt And Fish.

I've Gotten Rid Of The Yips Four Times But They Hang In There. You Know Those Two-foot Downhill Putts With A Break? I'd Rather See A Rattlesnake.