No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread.

It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to be reunited and to break bread together.

On the other hand, a flaccid, moping, debauched mollusc, tired from too much love and loose-nerved from general world conditions, can be a shameful thing served raw upon the shell.

Salad is roughage and a French idea.

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

Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.

I was horribly self-conscious; I wanted everybody to look at me and think me the most fascinating creature in the world, and yet I died a small hideous death if I saw even one person throw a casual glance at me.