gastronomy is and always has been connected with its sister art of love.

You may feel that you have eaten too much...But this pastry is like feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive!

Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman.

There is a mistaken idea, ancient but still with us, that an overdose of anything from fornication to hot chocolate will teach restraint by the very results of its abuse.

There's a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality.

since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.