Salad Is Roughage And A French Idea.

It Seems To Me That Our Three Basic Needs, For Food And Security And Love, Are So Mixed And Mingled And Entwined That We Cannot Straightly Think Of One Without The Others. So It Happens That When I Write Of Hunger, I Am Really Writing About Love And The Hunger For It, And Warmth And The Love Of It And The Hunger For It… And Then The Warmth And Richness And Fine Reality Of Hunger Satisfied… And It Is All One.

It Is Hard And Perhaps Impossible For Many People To Recognize The Difference Between Innocence And Naiveté.

Gastronomy Is And Always Has Been Connected With Its Sister Art Of Love.

Most Bereaved Souls Crave Nourishment More Tangible Than Prayers: They Want A Steak.

...for Me There Is Too Little Of Life To Spend Most Of It Forcing Myself Into Detachment From It.