“I have a heart of gold, but I’m really a marshmallow in my heart.”

When I was old enough to change my name, I changed it to Mr. T so that the first word out of someone’s mouth was ‘Mister,’ a sign of respect.

I had seven brothers and four sisters. I told my mama, ‘One of these days I’m going to be big and strong and buy you a beautiful house.’ That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life, is to take care of my mother.

I believe in the Golden Rule – The Man with the Gold… Rules.

I answer only to God.

I was one of the wildest Santa Clauses they ever had.

I won’t do a movie or a video that would bring disrespect to my mother.

They shouldn’t make the departure of a dancer so tear jerky because nobody’s going to war.

I used to carry my father’s Bible and put it on the pulpit so he could preach.

If I forget to pray, I can’t get through the day without snapping at people.

I thank God I’m in a position where I can pick and choose – there are some roles I don’t play.

I’m a mama’s boy because everything I do is with respect to my mother.

I would never do a commercial if I thought it was offensive to anyone.

You know, T can stand for anything. T stand for working hard. T stand for loving thy neighbor. T stand for feeding the hungry. T stand for just working, working, working, being happy on the set, you know, lifting everybody’s spirits. T stands for just a nice guy.

I pray to God. I don’t pray to the president, the governor, the mayor, no black caucus, no this and that. I pray to God, and that’s the end of it.

I don’t have a problem with Hulk Hogan. People say things and do things, and who am I to judge?

When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.

See, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!