If food is the body of good living, wine is its soul.
My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat
The man who attracts luck carries with him the magnet of preparation.
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.
A man who is careful with his palate is not likely to be careless with his paragraphs.
The tantrums of cloth-headed celluloid idols are deemed fit for grown-up conversation, while silence settles over such a truly important matter as food.