“In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb, The third big war will begin when the big city is burning.”

All money means to me is a pride in accomplishment.

I believe in God, family, and McDonald’s. And in the office, that order is reversed.

To be successful, you must be daring, be first and be different.

If you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean.

Luck is a dividend of sweat.

I was an overnight success all right, but 30 years is a long, long night.

I guess to be an entrepreneur you have to have a large ego, enormous pride and an ability to inspire others to follow your lead.

I HAVE ALWAYS believed that each man makes his own happiness and is responsible for his own problems.

We provide food that customers love, day after day after day. People just want more of it.

If you have time to lean, you have time to clean.

We have an obligation to give something back to the community that gives so much to us.

If you work just for money, you’ll never make it, but if you love what you’re doing and you always put the customer first, success will be yours.

I never considered my dreams wasted energy; they were invariably linked to some form of action. When I dreamed about having a lemonade stand, for example, it wasn’t long before I set up a lemonade stand.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

That’s the name of the game. Pleasing the customer. If we ever lose sight of that fact, we’ve lost the ball game.

It requires a certain kind of mind to see beauty in a hamburger bun.

But although all our knowledge begins with experience, it does not follow that it arises from experience.

When I spoke of “beauty”, I was thinking of Rilke’s notion that the beautiful is nothing but the beginning of the terrible, and of Hölderlin’s idea that the beautiful can unite extreme opposites in intimacy.

But, though all our knowledge begins with experience, it by no means follows that all arises out of experience.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

To begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment.

There is no reason to suppose that the world had a beginning at all. The idea that things must have a beginning is really due to the poverty of our thoughts.