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.

France eats more conciously, more intelligently, than any other nation.

Central heating, French rubber goods and cookbooks are three amazing proofs of man's ingenuity in transforming necessity into art, and, of these, cookbooks are perhaps most lastingly delightful.

Write one good clean sentence and put a period at the end of it. Then write another one.

... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

All men are hungry. They always have been. They must eat, and when they deny themselves the pleasures of carrying out that need, they are cutting off part of their possible fullness, their natural realization of life, whether they are rich or poor.