I grew up in Birmingham, where they made useful things and made them well.
My psychiatrist prescribed a game of golf as an antidote to the feelings of euphoria I experience from time to time.
We learn so many things from golf: how to suffer, for instance.
On a recent survey, 80 percent of golfers admitted cheating. The other 20 percent lied.
I'll always remember the day I broke ninety. I had a few beers in the clubhouse and was so excited I forgot to play the back nine.
Someone once told me that there is more to life than golf. I think it was my ex-wife.
Talking to a golf ball won't do you any good, unless you do it while your opponent is teeing off.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
If we can change our priorities, achieve balance and understanding in our roles as human beings in a complex world, the coming era can well be that of a richer civilization, not its end.
I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.
As any man, I, of course, have certain preferences. Being a Scot by birth, I'm inclined to favor those with a well-scrubbed look and a hint of color in their cheeks-put there by an early walk in the chill air rather than by rouge. The smell of soap on a woman's skin or the hint of shampoo in her hair is perfume enough for me. . . Humor is important. The most beautiful woman in the world is a bore without that.