Like your weight set-point, which keeps the scale hovering around the same number, your happiness set-point will remain the same unless you make a concerted effort to change it.
I'm completely unqualified for any job I've ever had.
Never be a food snob. Learn from everyone you meet - the fish guy at your market, the lady at the local diner, farmers, cheese makers. Ask questions, try everything and eat up!
My mom said the two most important kitchen utensils are attached to your arms. . . you cannot mix up meatballs with a wooden spoon, get in there, get your fingers dirty!
If you're humble and hardworking, opportunities will arise for you.
You do it with your own two hands, so there's a sense of pride. You really do forget all our problems, because you're focusing on the food.
Be real. Make connections with people. Look them in the eye. Tell them how you feel. Don't be afraid to say what you mean. When you let go of the stuff you hold inside, you'll be amazed at what comes back to you.
Any one of us knows how happy you get when your best friend, or your sister, or your brother sends you a text and just says, "Hey, how are you? I was thinking about you. " That's become such a important part of our lives.
I played saxophone, so I was into jazz. I learned from each audience and each teacher that I had. I can't really tell you any rules or anything, but the way I develop my beliefs is really just by personally learning from different situations.
A society struggles to fulfill its best instincts, even as an individual does, and generally makes just as hard going of it. The fight against prejudice is an inevitable process. Man has been warring against his own lower nature ever since he found out he had one, and the battle against intolerance is part of the same old struggle between good and evil that has preoccupied us ever since we gave up swinging from trees.
My boss at Christmas was a lot of fun: "I want you to look in your pay envelopes and you'll know that I keep the Christmas spirit around here. Because in each and every envelope you'll find. . . snow. "