“There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.”

Sex is perhaps like culture – a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals – it’s mass propulsion still!

Some time all kinds of letters will be published to the ineffable delight of endless readers.

But I don’t want nutrition. I want food!

Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Experience is never at bargain price.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine?