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It Takes Six Years To Make A Golfer: Three To Learn The Game, Then Another Three To Unlearn All You Have Learned In The First Three Years. You Might Be A Golfer When You Arrive At That Stage, But More Likely You Are Just Starting.

It Is The Addition Of Strangeness To Beauty That Constitutes The Romantic Character In Art.

The Course Is Playing The Players Instead Of The Players Playing The Course.

He May Have Gone To Bed Three Hours Ago, But He Knows Who He Is Playing. You Can Rest Assured That He Hasn't Slept A Wink.

I Would Rather Be Of Clear Mind And Decision With The Wrong Club Than With An Unclear Mind And The Right Club.