the French write plays and paint as naturally as we play jazz - it's just a national gift.

Sex is perhaps like culture - a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals - it's mass propulsion still!

What is sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but it is not necessarily sauce for the chicken, the duck, the turkey or the Guinea hen.

There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby - how could anything so beautiful be mine?