“It’s in the kitchen that confidences are exchanged, that family life takes place; it’s among the remains of a meal or when your’re elbow-deep in peelings that you ask yourself what life is all about, rather than when you’re sunk in an armchair in the sitting room.”

A whole aspect of living well, of civilization itself, is threatened with extinction.

If we don’t watch out, the pleasure o be gained from the discriminating enjoyment of food will be lost. It may not be long before the art of fine cooking is viewed as the invention of a handful of snobs. . . .

Every major religion today is a winner in the Darwinian struggle waged among cultures, and none ever flourished by tolerating its rivals.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

Individual versus group selection results in a mix of altruism and selfishness, of virtue and sin, among the members of a society.

Live never to be ashamed if anything you say or do is published around the world, even if what is said is not true.

We ought to recognize that religious strife is not the consequence of differences among people. It’s about conflicts between creation stories.

There is a serious tendency toward capitalism among the well-to-do peasants.

Two hundred million Americans, and there ain’t two good catchers among ’em.

Whitman will always be a strange and unwonted figure among his country’s poets, and among English poets generally: a cropping out again, after so many centuries, of the old bardic prophetic strain.