Wine is a civilizing agent.

Gertrude Stein was masterly in making nothing happen very slowly

Cheese is milk's leap towards immortality.

To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.

Wine is poetry in a bottle.

For most men, life is a search for the proper Manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.

My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat