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.

since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.

I honestly believe that everything I know about the writing of non-fiction (or writing) could be engraved on the head of a pin with a garden hoe.

... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all.

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

The oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life. Indeed, his chance to live at all is slim, and if he should survive the arrows of his own outrageous fortune and in the two weeks of his carefree youth find a clean smooth place to fix on, the years afterwards are full of stress, passion, and danger.

. . . gastronomical perfection can be reached in these combinations: one person dining alone, usually upon a couch or a hill side; two people, of no matter what sex or age, dining in a good restaurant; six people . . . dining in a good home.