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

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.

... living out of sight of any shore does rich and powerfully strange things to humans.

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.

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

I am more modest now, but I still think that one of the pleasantest of all emotions is to know that I, I with my brain and my hands, have nourished my beloved few, that I have concocted a stew or a story, a rarity or a plain dish, to sustain them truly against the hungers of the world.

Probably no strychnine has sent as many husbands into their graves as mealtime scolding has, and nothing has driven more men into the arms of other women as the sound of a shrill whine at table.