Half a hole is better than no win.

Happy is the golfer that hath his bag full of good clubs and balls.

Take care of your weak clubs; the others will take care of themselves.

Sufficient unto the game is each hole thereof.

Nine holes make a man—hanker for nine more.

The rolling ball gathers no moss—only worm-casts!

One "gobble" does not make a good putter.

"Rubber-cores" make the course grow shorter.

Age cannot wither, nor custom stale the infinite variety— of the language in a bunker.

One round to-day is worth two on the morrow.

The love of "slogging" is the root of nearly all "foozling."

A bad caddie is known by the balls he "loses."

Every caddie carries the Open Championship in his bag.

There's many a "foozle" 'twixt the tee and the hole.

The putter is mightier than the driver.

Too much "waggle" spoils the swing.

It's an ill wind that blows your opponent's ball nowhere.

Where the lost ball is, there will the caddies be gathered together—later on!

As the club is swung, so is the ball inclined.

An ounce of "sweep" is worth a ton of "hit."

A good ball needs no bush—and doesn't get it, either.

Who drives a long ball needs not himself be long.

Appearances are deceitful—and so are some disappearances (of the ball).

There's a factory that re-moulds our balls, rough-hack them how we will.

Some caddies are the architects of their players' misfortunes.