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

...I prefer not to have among my guests two people or more, of any sex, who are in the first wild tremours of love. It is better to invite them after their new passion has settled, has solidified into a quieter reciprocity of emotions. (It is also a waste of good food, to serve it to new lovers.)

There is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel, that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.

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

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

...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it.

Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.