Of All The Hazards, Fear Is The

These Greens Are So Fast I Have To Hold My Putter Over The Ball And Hit It With The Shadow.

Nobody Asked How You Looked, Just What You Shot.

The Fairways Were So Narrow You Had To Walk Down Them Single File.

To Win You Must Have Talent And Desire ­ But Desire Is First.

The Only Place That's Holier Than St. Andrews Is Westminster Abbey.