There Are Three Ways Of Learning Golf:

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

Paracelsus At Times I Almost Dream I Too Have Spent A Life The Sages’ Way, And Tread Once More Familiar Paths. Perchance I Perished In An Arrogant Self-reliance Ages Ago; And In That Act A Prayer For One More Chance Went Up So Earnest, So Instinct With Better Light Let In By Death, That Life Was Blotted Out — Not So Completely But Scattered Wrecks Enough Of It Remain, Dim Memories, As Now, When Once More Seems The Goal In Sight Again.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.