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.

Having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat.

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.

Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.

An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.