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

The things men come to eat when they are alone are, I suppose, not much stranger than the men themselves.... A writer years ago told me of living for five months on hen mash.

When shall we live if not now?

This is not that, and that is certainly not this, and at the same time an oyster stew is not stewed, and although they are made of the same things and even cooked almost the same way, an oyster soup should never be called a stew, nor stew soup.

It is easy to think of potatoes, and fortunately for men who have not much money it is easy to think of them with a certain safety. Potatoes are one of the last things to disappear, in times of war, which is probably why they should not be forgotten in times of peace.

It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté.

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