Out here, it's just you and the ball.

A lot of my buddies also played golf, but when it came to going to the beach or on the boat and chasing girls, they usually went that way and I went to the golf course.

If I thought I had hurt my chances of winning another major just because I was chasing money around, I'd wind up kicking myself.

The Masters is one of golf's greatest traditions and Augusta is one of the best courses in the world. They are synonymous. It's an event that every golfer, and golf fan, looks forward to.

The fame aspect of winning the Masters... besides being married and becoming a father, that's a strong third there.

I have a lot of offers to play for appearance fees. It's nice gravy, but it's not a big motivating factor for me, to go here and there just for money.

If I can raise more money for charities, or get more Canadian kids to play golf, the green jacket will mean even more.

Playing hockey, there were a lot of guys bigger than me, so I knew I was going to get hit and have to deal with it. Gotta hit back.

The beauty of golf, you're in charge out here.

The course is going to make you look silly sometimes. You have to be able to accept that and move on.

Anything over-handed, I do left-handed. Like throwing a ball or serving in tennis. Otherwise, right-handed, like writing and shaving.

All that is good is ours not by right but by the sheer bounty of a gracious God

If you haven't met Satan recently, you are probably going his way!

If only it were as easy to do the work of others as it is to criticize their performance.

Gaiety is the most outstanding feature of the Soviet Union.

Anger is the fruit of rotten roots.

I bet on everything. Everything. It's just like, 'I bet you I can spin my chair longer.' Everything, I say 'I bet you.' I love to win.

You believe an eye for an eye until you are put in that situation. If they kill those guys, it really doesn't mean much to me. My father is gone.

Forecasts are difficult to make-particularly those about the future.

The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.