Give me a well-cooked, well-served meal, a bouquet, and a sunset, and I can do more for a man's soul than all the cant ever preached. I can even do it without a sunset!

To cook, and to do it well, every talent must be used the strength of a prize-fighter, the imagination of a poet, the brain of an empire builder, the patience of Job, the eye and the touch of an artist, and, to turn your mistakes into edible assets, the cleverness of a politician.

Many people believe in turning the other cheek, especially when it is your cheek.

I find when death comes, it is usually a woman that is called for.

I will use a form of punctuation of my own, which will be something like this - when one is beginning he takes a long breath, for this use a capital. When he stops for breath, a comma, and when it is all gone, a period. Don't know the use of a semi-colon, but expect it is when one thinks he is out of breath and isn't.

Verily, affluence brings anxiety!

I, who fall short in managing my own affairs, can see just how it would profit my neighbor if I managed his.

I sewed good wishes and thoughts into my garments, especially so if they were wedding or graduation dresses.

... I feel far more hunger pangs when I am denied mental nourishment than I do at the loss of meals.

I've never known a man to be beaten fairly, nor one to be elected, unfairly.

... I saw a small boy who belongs to one of those large families who only practice at birth control.