You've gotta do what you like to do. If you do things you don't like to do, what sense does it make?

You can only punish your body so long before you're stuck with a horrendous inability to do things you'd previously been able to do.

I realized I had it made because you don't have to destroy anything to get honey. You can just use the same things over and over again, put it in a quart canning jar, and you've got $12.

I had no desire to be an upward-mobile-rising yuppie with a trophy wife, a trophy house, a trophy car. I wasn't looking for any of those things. I already had what I wanted.

What do I need it for, millions of dollars? It just sounds like problems with the IRS to me.

A good day is when no one shows up, and you don't have to go anywhere.