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

It’s even harder to stay at the top in sports than it is to get there.

Luck? Sure. But only after long practice and only with the ability to think under pressure.

Don’t worry. Just leave everything in the hands of God.

The more you practice, the better. But in any case, practice more than you play.

You know when there’s a star, like in show business, the star has her name in lights on the marquee! Right? And the star gets themoney because the people come to see the star, right? Well, I’m the star, and all of you are in the chorus.

The formula for success is simple: practice and concentration then more practice and more concentration.

I can beat any two players in this tournament by myself. If I need any help, I’ll let you know.

There are times when a golfer is tempted to throw her clubs away and forget the whole ‘humblin’ business.’ At other times, she wouldn’t trade places with a queen-that’s when the shots are long and true, and putts are dropping.

The Babe is here. Who’s coming in second?

I couldn’t hit an elephant’s ass with a bull fiddle.

Study the rules so that you won’t beat yourself by not knowing something.

I came out to beat everybody in sight, and that’s just what I’m going to do.

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.

It’s about time for Lindell White to get back on the floor, expose himself, and get the ball in a scoring position.

If you get to the edge of the penalty area with the ball and don’t know what to do next, just stick the ball in the net for now. We can evaluate the other options later.

As I see it, the thing that hurt my putting most when it was bad, was thinking too much about how I was making the stroke and not enough about getting the ball in the hole.

Oh aye…my Father would thrash me every now and then. He’d talk while he did it too! He’d hit me and shout, ‘Have ye had enough?’ Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? ‘Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???’

Golf is assuredly a mystifying game. It would seem that if a person has hit a golf ball correctly a thousand times, he should be able to duplicate the performance at will. But such is certainly not the case.

He hits the ball 130 yards and his jewelry goes 150.

By doing that and being very competitive, the grown-ups started telling me even back before I started playing organized ball that I was too physical and too advanced for the kids my own age.

It’s just a matter of hitting the ball where I want to hit it and hopefully making some putts.