“Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.”

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.

Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

All human power is a compound of time and patience.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.

I love to eat – Kit Kats or cookies-and-cream ice cream. I need sugar like five times a day.

The menu is not the meal.

Eating out doesn’t have to be a formula. Eating out is about having fun. I get really frustrated when it’s badly done.

I cook for a living; I’m not a scheduler.

I am well aware that a chef is only as good as his last meal.

I am well aware that a chef is only as good as his last meal.

There’s no bigger pain anywhere in the world than a vegetarian.