Golf is the only game in which a precise knowledge of the rules can earn one a reputation for bad sportsmanship.
It seems to me that you can go sauntering along for a certain period, telling the English some interesting things about themselves, and then all at once it feels as if you had stepped on the prongs of a rake.
There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.
My back swing off the first tee had put him in mond of an eldery woman of dubious morals trying to struggle out of a dress too tight around the shoulders.