A guest is a jewel on the cushion of hospitality

I have a strong moral sense - by my standards.

There are two kinds of statistics, the kind you look up and the kind you make up.

The constant petty behests of life permit few opportunities for major satisfactions, and when one is offered it should be seized.

Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender. Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef’s ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish. American women should themselves be boiled in water.

MY rule is never to be rude to anyone unless you mean it.

Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.