I Was Sixty-six Years Old. I Still

A Lot Of Learned Men Think People Really Are The Food Theyve Eaten.

I've Read Hundreds Of Cookbooks. For My Money, They Are The Bird.

The Easy Way Is Efficacious And Speedy, The Hard Way Arduous And Long. But, As The Clock Ticks, The Easy Way Becomes Harder And The Hard Way Becomes Easier. And As The Calendar Records The Years, It Becomes Increasingly Evident That The Easy Way Rests Hazardously Upon Shifting Sands, Whereas The Hard Way Builds Solidly A Foundation Of Confidence That Cannot Be Swept Away.

I Am Not Too Proud Of Having My Name Associated With Some Of My Restaurants.

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.