He (Thomas Hobbes) walked much and contemplated, and he had in the head of his staff a pen and ink-horn, carried always a notebook in his pocket, and as soon as a thought darted, he presently entered it into his book, or otherwise he might perhaps ha |
He had read much, if one considers his long life; but his contemplation was much more than his reading. |
He was so fair that they called him the lady of Christ's College. |
He was wont to say that if he had read as much as other men he should have known no more than other men. |
How these curiosities would be quite forgot, did not such idle fellows as I am put them down. |
I couldn't see it go in because of the mound in front of the green, ... I knew it was going to be close. |
I don't know that I'd really want to do this full time, ... I enjoy my family and cutting the grass at home. There's more in life than golf. I enjoy the game but I don't know if I could do it every day. If I go practice, I practice for an hour. The guys out here practice for six hours. I couldn't do that. I've never had the length, I'm not that strong of a guy. I hit it 250, 260, I hit it very straight and I'm not a bad putter. You have to do this all the time to get the nerves. I don't know if I have the nerves for the next three days. |
My dad was a pretty poor guy, he didn't have a whole lot of money. He always wanted something for my brother and myself, some kind of business. He'd asked the owners of this course to call him if it ever came up for sale, and one day, they called. I had a scholarship offer to Ohio State and my dad said, 'Son, what do you want to do, cut grass or go to school?' I said, what do you want me to do, Dad? He said, 'Well, I can't afford any help.' I said, 'No problem, Dad, I'll help you cut grass.' Looking back, I think I made the right decision. |
Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a damned blow over the face. His son, as rude as he was, would not strike his father, but strikes over the face the gentleman that sat next to him and said ''Box about: twill come to my father anon.'' |
Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a damned blow over the face. His son, as rude as he was, would not strike his father, but strikes over the face the gentleman that sat next to him and said ''Box about: twill come to my father anon.'' |
To make a hole-in-one in a major, that was great, ... It's an honor for me to play in a major with all these great players and be under par... and then make a hole-in-one to boot. That might put me in the history books. |
When he killed a calf he would do it in a high style, and make a speech. (About Shakespeare) |