Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.

Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.

Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

Eating reveals the characteristic grossness of the human race and also the in-built failure of its satisfactions. We arrive eager, we stuff ourselves and we go away depressed and disappointed and probably feeling a bit queasy into the bargain. It's an image of the déçu in human existence. A greedy start and a stupefied finish. Waiters, who are constantly observing this cycle, must be the most disillusioned of men.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

youth is a marvelous garment