“I didn’t know much about golf growing up.”

You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going, because you might not get there.

If my father was alive to hear that, he’d turn over in his grave.

It’s tough to make predictions, especially about the future.

You have to give 100 percent in the first half of the game. If that isn’t enough, in the second half, you have to give what’s left.

Ok you guys, pair up in threes!

If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be.

50% of all married people are women.

Every entrepreneur deals with fears of failure. However, the truly successful know how to face these fears and keep on working.

Keep trying. Stay humble, Trust your instincts.

I never said most of the things I said. Then again, I might have said ’em, but you never know.

If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.

Texas has a lot of electrical votes.

Make a game plan and stick to it. Unless it’s not working.

We’re lost, but we’re making good time.

A home opener is always exciting, no matter if it’s home or on the road.

You can observe a lot by just watching.

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.

Every honest miller has a golden thumb.

If gold rust, what then will iron do? For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust.

The inflated imitations of gold and silver, which after the rapture are thrown into the fire, all is exhausted and dissipated by the debt. All scrips and bonds are wiped out. At the fourth pillar dedicated to Saturn, split by earthquake and flood: vexing everyone, an urn of gold is found and then restored.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

Born in poverty, he will take supreme power. He will bankrupt the country. Raising an army in the Milanese marches, he will drain Faenza and Florence of gold and people.

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.

On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.