cooking is the most succulent of human pleasures.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.

[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.

Wealth, if not a mere flash in the pan, compels the wealthy to become wealthier.

The body, after all, older and wiser than soul, being first created, and, like a good horse, if given its way would go home by the best path and at the right pace.

The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.