“I’m about five inches from being an outstanding golfer. That’s the distance my left ear is from my right.”

The areas off the greens are masterpieces. I don’t think there’s anything like it in North America.

My golf game’s gone off so much that when I went fishing a couple of weeks ago my first cast missed the lake.

I’m going to leave y’all with one thought. I’m a big believer in fate. I have a good feeling about this.

I enjoy Augusta. I enjoy its challenges. There’s no other golf course like this anywhere. Its greens and its challenges on and around the greens are just super, super tough. So the greens are fun to play in sort of a morbid way

I know most players do, but I always keep both eyes opened. I still do it. I see two shafts, the real one and the transparent one. I look for what’s on the inside edge of the transparent one

I had a few miracles happen out there today.

The reason the Road Hole at St. Andrews is the most difficult par 4 in the world is that it was designed as a par 6.

But, if you miss (the supposedly easy pin) by just a little bit, you’re looking at the next putt from 30 feet. The ball just rolls away.

If we are to preserve the integrity of golf as left to us by our forefathers, it is up to all of us to carry on the true spirit of the game.

I have felt terribly from the beginning when I saw the problems and recognized that they would be ongoing. We were hired to put back the contours of the greens as closely as possible to George Thomas’s designs and were real proud of what we did. It’s a sad situation now.

It’s Star Wars golf. This place was designed by Darth Vader.

The game embarrasses you until you feel inadequate.

I don’t have any big secret about putting. Just hit at it. It’s either going to miss or go in.

I was horrified. Absolutely heart sick. All I could think of was that after 23 years together, I’d lost my faithful ally. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t get the loss out of my mind. It was like discovering that someone in my family had died.

I had a 15th club in my bag.

You learn to accept defeat graciously in golf. Unlike other sports, the game itself is a constant opponent. It never stops. A golfer is fortunate to win a few times. We spend our whole lives trying to conquer something, and we lose a lot more than we win.

Faith is like radar that sees through the fog — the reality of things at a distance that the human eye cannot see.

The importance of a journey is not measured by the distance covered, but by the destination reached.

These ‘messengers’ will not be hindered from accomplishing at their best speed the distance which they have to go, either by snow, or rain, or heat, or by the darkness of night.

Once we decide we have to do something, we can go miles ahead.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.