It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art.
Here Eddie, hold the flag while I putt out.
Don't forget to stop and smell the roses.
What a shame to waste those great shots on the practice tee.
He may have gone to bed three hours ago, but he knows who he is playing. You can rest assured that he hasn't slept a wink.
My dear, did you ever stop to think what a wonderful bunker you would make?
Give me a man with big hands and big feet and no brains and I'll make a golfer out of him.
Which one of you is going to be runner-up?
I would rather be of clear mind and decision with the wrong club than with an unclear mind and the right club.
If you worry about the ones you missed, you are going to keep missing them.
No one remembers who came in second.
You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
The institution of marriage is obsolete.
Relationships are the oxygen of the psyche.
But the whole point of liberation is that you get out. Restructure your life. Act by yourself.
In my marriages, I'd lost parts of who I was because I was trying to mold myself into what I thought a man wanted me to be.
Ultimately we must concern ourselves with pulling out by its roots the decadence that controls our culture, the profit motive that controls our culture.