One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.

Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.

In spite of all the talk and study about our next years, all the silent ponderings about what lies within them...it seems plain to us that many things are wrong in the present ones that can be, must be, changed. Our texture of belief has great holes in it. Our pattern lacks pieces.

I cannot count the good people I know who to my mind would be even better if they bent their spirits to the study of their own hungers.

On the other hand, a flaccid, moping, debauched mollusc, tired from too much love and loose-nerved from general world conditions, can be a shameful thing served raw upon the shell.

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

A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet.