“Quotation brings to many people one of the intensest joys of living.”

It is the constant and undying hope for improvement that makes golf so exquisitely worth playing.

We have all the time in the world to make up our minds as to what is the wise thing to do and then we do the foolish one.

As I approached college years because they were ridiculous on the face of it and when you talk to someone about living forever, they just dismiss you out of hand.

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die

Thread of their days without pity, and in the midst of life, without ever concerning themselves with this fatal moment, living as though they were to exist for ever, they disappear into the obscure cloud of immortality, uncertain of the fate which lies in store for them.

I don’t know anyone who is a responsible historian, who is actually trained in the historical method, or anybody who is a biblical scholar who does this for a living, who gives any credence at all to any of this.

I love writing. I’ve always written journals. I loved writing the book on living alone.

I mean, we are a rich mixture of all sorts of forces as well, and our lives are very much worth living.

We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.

And you’d sure better not be doing it because it’s a way to make a living, ’cause that ain’t always going to be easy. You got to believe it, believe in the music. You got to mean it.