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.
On the golf course, a man may be the dogged victim of inexorable fate, be struck down by an appalling stroke of tragedy, become the hero of unbelievable melodrama, or the clown in a side-splitting comedy.
In golf, the customs and etiquette and decorum are as important as the rules of play.
Fight tautness whenever it occurs; strive for relaxed muscles throughout.
No putt is too short to be despised.
I can play the game only one way. I must play every shot for all there is in it. I cannot play safe.
Well, I’m glad we don’t have to play in the shade.
Bad putting is due more to the effect the green has upon the player than it has upon the action of the ball.
Golf is a game that creates emotions that sometimes cannot be sustained with the club still in one’s hand.
Too much ambition is a bad thing to have in a bunker.
Golf is said to be an humbling game, but it is surprising how many people are either not aware of their weaknesses of else reckless of consequences.
Golf is like eating peanuts. You can play too much or play too little.
Addressing a golf ball would seem to be a simple matter; that is, to the uninitiated who cannot appreciate that a golf ball can hold more terrors than a spacious auditorium packed with people.
If I needed advice from my caddie, he’d be hitting the shots and I’d be carrying the bag.
As I see it, the thing that hurt my putting most when it was bad, was thinking too much about how I was making the stroke and not enough about getting the ball in the hole.
Nicklaus plays a kind of golf with which I am not familiar.
When I’m a little fatigued, sometimes I baby it. I don’t try to do it. I’m not 100 percent. I probably won’t be the rest of conference play. I just have to play through it. I’ve never really been injured before.
Jack Nicklaus is playing an entirely different game, and one which I’m not even familiar with.
I had held a notion that I could make a pretty fair appraisal of the worth of an opponent simply by speaking to him on the first tee and taking a good measuring look into his eyes.
Doesn’t it show us all that we are silly little boys or fatuous asses to think that we can play golf without making a lot of bad shots?
The ‘enemy’ in golf is tension.