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

Probably the most satisfying soup in the world for people who are hungry, as well as for those who are tired or worried or cross or in debt or in a moderate amount of pain or in love or in robust health or in any kind of business huggermuggery, is minestrone.

It is impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without soup or bread in it

But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.

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.

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

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.