The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup.

It appears that even the different parts of the same person do not converse among themselves, do not succeed in learning from each other what are their desires and their intentions.

For some reason a nation feels as shy about admitting that it ever went forth to war for the sake of more wealth as a man would about admitting that he had accepted an invitation just for the sake of the food. This is one of humanity's most profound imbecilities, as perhaps the only justification for asking one's fellowmen to endure the horrors of war would be the knowledge that if they did not fight they would starve.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you.

There are two kinds of imperialists - imperialists and bloody imperialists.

What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

Writing has nothing to do with communication between person and person, only with communication between different parts of a person's mind.