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

I’ve read hundreds of cookbooks. For my money, they are the bird.

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.

If we live in our oneness-heart, we will feel the essence of all religions which is the love of God. Forgiveness, compassion, tolerance, brotherhood and the feeling of oneness are the signs of a true religion.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.

Life is so hard, how can we be anything but kind?

Compassion for ourselves gives rise to the power to transform resentment into forgiveness, hatred into friendliness, and fear into respect for all beings.

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.

In deep self acceptance, grows a compassionate understanding.