All food is the gift of the gods and has something of the miraculous, the egg no less than the truffle.

It would seem that in history it's never a tooth for a tooth, but a thousand, a hundred thousand for one.

All food is the gift of the gods and has something of the miraculous, the egg no less than the truffle.

public opinion, the sum of private opinions, does matter, can matter often for good.

All wealth is relative; and so is its absence.

In Europe, where human relations like clothes are supposed to last, one's got to be wearable. In France one has to be interesting, in Italy pleasant, in England one has to fit.

A part, a large part, of traveling is an engagement of the ego v. the world. The world is hydra headed, as old as the rocks and as changing as the sea, enmeshed inextricably in its ways. The ego wants to arrive at places safely and on time.