Don't worry about your caddie. He may be an irritating little wretch; but for eighteen holes he is your caddie. - Arnold Haultain

A man to whom a woman cannot look up, she cannot love. Yet, </br> It is marvelous how a woman contrives to find something to look up to in a man.

In almost all other games you pit yourself against a mortal foe; in golf it is yourself against the world: no human being stays your progress as you drive your ball over the face of the globe.

Never have I though so much, ever have I realized my own existence so much, been so much alive, been so much myself if may so say, as in those journeys which I have made alone and afoot. Walking has something in it which animates and heightens my ideas: I can scarcely think when I stay in one place; my body must be set a-going if my mind is to work.