I'm very excited every time I'm at Augusta National. It's such a beautiful and fabulous golf course.
. . . as all souls are equal before their Maker, a two inch putt counts the same as a 250 yard drive. There is a comedy in this and a certain unfairness even, which makes golf an even apter mirror of reality.
A golf course outside a big town serves an excellent purpose in that it segregates, as though a concentration camp, all the idle and idiot well-to-do.
Golf is played with a number of striking implements more intricate in shape than those used in any form of recreation except dentistry.
There are many ways of performing the operations successfully. I can claim, however, to be in a position to explain how not to putt. I think I know as well as anybody how not to do it.
It's the most fun I've had with my clothes on.
I think golf is literally an addiction. I'm surprised there's not Golf Anonymous.
Golf is the closest game to the game we call life. You get bad breaks from good shots; you get good breaks from bad shots - but you have to play the ball where it lies.
I used to play golf. I wanted to be a better player, but after a while I realized I'd always stink. And that's when I really started to enjoy the game.
A great deal of unnecessarily bad golf is played in this world.
Competitive golf is played mainly on a five-and-a-half-inch course. . . the space between your ears.
Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.
Playing with your spouse on the golf course runs almost as great a marital risk as getting caught playing with someone else's anywhere else.
Which one of you is going to be runner-up?
My only goal is to look back at the end of each year and see that I have improved.
The worse you're performing, the more you must work mentally and emotionally. The greatest and toughest art in golf is "playing badly well. " All the true greats have been masters at it.
Never take a mulligan on a par 3. A "hole in three" is not a fun story to relive.
If only I kept my eye on the ball, Looking downward as does the pro there, I might not see where it was going, at all, But there might be a chance it would go there.
Don't be in such a hurry. That little white ball isn't going to run away from you.
Only one golfer in a thousand grips the club lightly enough.
