The menus that remain, for me, are really the menus that you have with your good friends, with your wife, with your mother, with your kids. These are what stay in your mind.

You can't escape the taste of the food you had as a child. In times of stress, what do you dream about? Your mother's clam chowder. It's security, comfort. It brings you home.

Cooking is the art of adjustment.

If you have extraordinary bread and extraordinary butter, it's hard to beat bread and butter.

When I pair food and wine, I start with the food. If I have a beautiful roasted bird, I might choose a Cabernet or Pinot Noir, or maybe a Syrah, depending on the sauce and what is in my cellar.

My palate is simpler than it used to be. A young chef adds and adds and adds to the plate. As you get older, you start to take away.

When you are at home, even if the chicken is a little burnt, what's the big deal? Relax.

Great cooking favors the prepared hands.

After 45 years of marriage, when I have an argument with my wife, if we don't agree, we do what she wants. But, when we agree, we do what I want!

When you become a good cook, you become a good craftsman, first. You repeat and repeat and repeat until your hands know how to move without thinking about it.

I am a glutton. I'll eat whatever is there. Pizza. I love hot dogs anywhere. I've got nothing against any of that. If I feel like eating, I eat. I don't feel guilty about it at all.

Live a life that fits your specific circumstances, not one that fits someone else’s expectations

The most essential requirement for leaders is neither age nor gender. It is neither certificates nor positions. It is the character that reveals trust and exemplary life.

We have annexed the future into our present as merely one of those manifold alternatives open to us

Indian paper is famous, Egyptian papyrus, Chinese paper... every country has used this natural material. But the problem is it's going to run out because it's very difficult work.

The reason people lose their healing, is because they begin questioning if God really did it.

When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint." -Della

Lois and Alexander are by far the most beautiful creatures in the class; their beauty is like the beauty of plants, seemingly untroubled by vanity, anxiety or effort.

I have seen more men than usual, lately; and, well as I was acquainted with one, I am surprised to find what vulgar fellows they are.

One can not love without opening oneself, and opening oneself, that's taking the risk of suffering. One does not have control.

You can be a catalyst for change but change never really entirely happens just because of one guy.