Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.

It is not so much what you believe in that matters, as the way in which you believe it and proceed to translate that belief into action.

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

In contrast to logic, there is common sense, or still better, the Spirit of Reasonableness.

On the whole, the enjoyment of leisure is something which decidedly costs less than the enjoyment of luxury. All it requires is an artistic temperament which is bent on seeking a perfectly useless afternoon spent in a perfectly useless manner.

Art is both creation and recreation.

If man be sensible and one fine morning, while he is lying in bed, counts at the tips of his fingers how many things in this life truly will give him enjoyment, invariably he will find food is the first one.