Everything is firing on all cylinders for me.

I kept telling myself this word, process. Focus on my process, don't care about the result.

The next time I cry about golf it will only be with joy. It's not worth crying over golf for any other reason. After all, it's only a game.

With success comes expectation, and I know the expectation on me is going to be pretty high.

To be a top-class athlete, you have to train hard, you have to eat right, you have to get enough rest. I feel the way golf is going nowadays, you have to treat yourself as an athlete.

I was more worried about what other people would think rather than, you know, me. But you have got to do what is right for yourself and what you feel comfortable with.

I don't really remember, but from about the age of five I told anyone who would listen that I was going to be the best golfer in the world.

I expect big things from myself but as long as I can keep the commitment and dedication and put the hard work in, I don't see why there's any reason not to handle it OK.

Going to the gym is great for your body, but it's also great for your mind.

As long as I keep enjoying my golf, then hopefully I'll be able to play well.

I'm happy with the success I've had, and I feel like there's been a lot that I've learned this year, and that's a great thing going into the future.

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy but that it is a bore.

Embark on no enterprise which you cannot submit to the test of prayer.

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune. [Ger., Das Gluck erhebe billig der Begluckte.]

I've been trying to avoid goal-oriented behavior.

The question is not, "Do you know you are a sinner?" the question is this, "As you have heard me preach the Gospel, has God so worked in your life that the sin you once loved you now hate?"

I used to do horseback riding in the South, and it was just things I'd be pasting. I think my diaries was just an infantile desire to record things. I liked saving things instead of writing.

In a healthy state of the organism all wounds have a tendency to heal.

So, I was always frustrated having to write and having to cut things. Why should you have to cut anything?