“Before I was ever in my teens, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. My goal was to be the greatest athlete that ever lived.”

I don’t seem able to do my best unless I’m behind or in trouble.

They say golf came easy to me because I was a good athlete, but there’s not any girl on the LPGA Tour who worked near as hard as I did in golf. It’s the toughest game I ever tackled.

My philosophy? Practice, practice, practice and win.

It’s not just enough to swing at the ball. You’ve got to loosen your girdle and really let the ball have it.

I don’t see any point in playing the game if you don’t win, do you?

Practice, which some regard as a chore, should be approached as just about the most pleasant recreation ever devised.

Winning has always meant much to me, but winning friends has meant the most.

I played many sports, but when that golf bug hit me, it was permanent.

I expect to play golf until I am 90-even longer if anybody figures out a way to swing a club from a rocking chair.

Golf is a game of coordination, rhythm, and grace; women have these to a high degree.

The mediocre golfer generally is one who is too lazy to play better.

That little white ball won’t move until you hit it, and there’s nothing you can do after it has gone.

You can’t win them all but you can try.

The biggest weakness with my game is that I have fun with the galleries. I just love a gallery.

Good golf is easier to play-and far more pleasant-than bad golf.

If you win through bad sportsmanship that’s no real victory.

Pitching always beats batting – and vice-versa.

If you get a guy that can play a couple positions, it helps you out a real lot.

How can you think and hit at the same time?

The hardest thing is to get started, but the really hardest thing is to finish.

You stand up for your teammates. Your loyalty is to them. You protect them through good and bad, because they’d do the same for you.

The game is supposed to be fun. If you had a bad day, don’t worry. You can’t expect to get a hit every game.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.