“I just hitch up my girdle and let ‘er fly.”

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.