I admired the English immensely for all that they had endured, and they were certainly honorable, and stopped their cars for pedestrians, and called you “sir” and “madam,” and so on. But after a week there, I began to feel wild. It was those ruddy English faces, so held in by duty, the sense of “what is done” and “what is not done,” and always swigging tea and chirping, that made me want to scream like a hyena

We are so bemused by our own petard, that we are unable to look at things objectively.

In France, cooking is a serious art form and a national sport.

Any disaster is a learning process.

A house without a cat is like a day without sunshine, a pie without fromage, a dinner without wine.

How lovely life can be if one takes time to be friendly.

I fell in love with the public, the public fell in love with me, and I tried to keep it that way.