McDonald’s can be the new American church. Feeding bodies and feeding souls and it ain’t just open on Sundays, boys. It’s open seven days a week.

Business is war. It’s dog eat dog, rat eat rat. If my competitor were drowning, I’d walk over and I’d put a hose right in his mouth.

Contracts are like hearts, they’re made to be broken.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. How the heck does a 52-year-old, over the hill, milkshake machine salesman, build a fast food empire with 1600 restaurants, in 50 states, five foreign countries, with an annual revenue of in the neighborhood of 700 million dollars? One word, persistence.