Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.

old age is more bearable if it can be helped by an early acceptance of being loved and of loving.

A well-made Martini or Gibson, correctly chilled and nicely served, has been more often my true friend than any two-legged creature.

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.

It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to be reunited and to break bread together.

It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others.

Good wine, well drunk, can lend majesty to the human spirit.