People always say golfers don't smile. But there is so much psychology in golf so we have to be a bit robotic.

I'd much rather have sat there and just been a fly on the wall, instead of having to smile at people. I'd rather have been a waitress. Just gone round and stared at people.

May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.

I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug, or a smile from their father, or a 'Let's go play football.'

I always said that if I could just find a guy who could chop wood and had a nice smile, it wouldn't bother me if he was a thug or an aristocrat, as long as he was a good guy. And I've ended up with an educated thug.