A Quote by T. S. Eliot

Here were decent godless people;
 Their only monument the asphalt road
 And a thousand lost golf balls. — © T. S. Eliot
Here were decent godless people; Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.
My doctor asked me how many golf balls I had hit in my career. I'm lying there in bed calculating somewhere between four and five million golf balls I had hit to do that on my body.
It's good sportsmanship to not pick up lost golf balls while they are still rolling.
If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?
As if we don't have enough volence on television. After her husband accidentally hit two spectators with golf balls during a celebrity golf tournament.
One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.
Those only deserve a monument who do not need one; that is, who have raised themselves a monument in the minds and memories of men.
I can sit here and hit all the balls and chip and putt all day long, but if you're not playing competitive golf... there's nothing better than competitive golf.
Women's golf definitely hit a bump in the road. We lost some tournaments due to a combination of things led by the downturn in the economy.
In my godless household, poems were the closest we came to sacred speech -- the only prayers said.
A guy walks into a pub with a lump of asphalt on His shoulder, He says to the bar man give us a pint and one for the road.
I hate it when people let me down, when things are temporary. I think that's why I want to be an architect." "To build something permanent," I said. "A monument to last a thousand years.
I don't think it's the intent of baseball not to have black ballplayers, but we have to find a way to get these kids back. We lost them to football. We lost them to basketball. We lost them to golf. People don't see how cool and exciting this game is.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
When Tiger was 6 months old, he would sit in our garage, watching me hit balls into a net. He had been assimilating his golf swing. When he got out of the high chair, he had a golf swing.
A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor.
Anyone who thinks that the Communist regimes of Central Europe are exclusively the work of criminals is overlooking a basic truth: The criminal regimes were made not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced they had discovered the only road to paradise. They defended that road so valiantly that they were forced to execute many people. Later it became clear that there was no paradise, that the enthusiasts were therefore murderers.
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