I Don't Really Have A Problem Saying

In 1979, When I Was 39, I Had Such A Bad Year, I Thought It Was All Over. Thankfully It Wasn't.

I Never Worried About Money, Except That I Knew That All I Had To Worry About Was Golf. As Long As I Could Play, I Was Going To Make Money.

Concentration Is A Fine Antidote To Anxiety.

Temper Is The One Thing You Can't Get Rid Of By Losing It.

Golf Really Excites Me Only When The Course Is Difficult And Challenging. I Love Competing. The Pressure Of Competition Against Fine Holes And Fine Players Makes Me Feel Very Much Alive.