“Scientists are a bunch of romantics.”

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

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.

I made a resolve then that I was going to amount to something if I could. And no hours, nor amount of labor, nor amount of money would deter me from giving the best that there was in me. And I have done that ever since, and I win by it. I know.

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

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry.

Get lost, just not in my eyes.

“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.

I’m a romantic with a wild heart that loves deep like the poet in me.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

You see the sky in blue I see the sky in fifty shades of you.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.