“I am not too proud of having my name associated with some of my restaurants.”

There’s something inside of me that makes me want to help people, especially people who are having difficulty of some kind.

No hours, nor amount of labor, nor amount of money would deter me from giving the best that there was in me.

Scientists are a bunch of romantics.

My life isn’t over and I’m not going to sit in a rocking chair and take money from the government.

I think a dream is just a suggestion to start something out, do something.

There’s no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery. You can’t do any business from there.

I’ve only had two rules. Do all you can and do it the best you can. It’s the only way you ever get that feeling of accomplishing something.

You got to like your work. You have got to like what you are doing, you have got to be doing something worthwhile so you can like it – because it is worthwhile, that it makes a difference, don’t you see?

One has to remember that every failure can be a stepping stone to something better.

People are just like farm equipment. They rust out quicker than they wear out.

Feed the poor and get rich or feed the rich and get poor.

Hard work beats all the tonics and vitamins in the world.

I’ve read hundreds of cookbooks. Most of those cookbooks don’t even tell you how to get a steak ready, how to bake biscuits or an apple pie.

I just say the moral out of my life is don’t quit at age 65, maybe your boat hasn’t come in yet. Mine hadn’t.

I was sixty-six years old. I still had to make a living. I looked at my social security check of 105 dollars and decided to use that to try to franchise my chicken recipe. Folks had always liked my chicken.

Work is the basis of living. I’ll never retire. A man’ll rust out quicker than he’ll wear out.

New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.

Now you know where I got my name.

And, indeed, this is one of the greatest mysteries in the world; namely, that a righteousness that resides in heaven should justify me, a sinner on earth!

We all name ourselves. We call ourselves artists. Nobody asks us. Nobody says you are or you aren’t.

Sadly, in the name of progress, we have polluted the air, water, soil and the food we eat.

Don’t let a breath escape from your body without Krishna’s name. That should be our determination throughout our life.

I had this one rock band I used to listen to, but I forgot the name of them.

The repetition of the holy names reveals a presence hidden within the heart. Something begins to happen that’s very disturbing – we get happy.