The Art Of Cookery Is

This Is The Love That Does All Things; That Brings To Pass Even The Evils We Suffer; So Shaping Them That They Are But Instruments Of Preparing The Good Which, As Yet, Has Not Arrived.

Good Taste Rejects Excessive Nicety.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

O God, The Creature Knows Not To What End Thou Hast Made Him; Teach Him, And Write In The Depths Of His Soul That The Clay Must Suffer Itself To Be Shaped At The Will Of The Potter.

The Youth Who, Like A Woman, Loves To Adorn His Person, Has Renounced All Claim To Wisdom And To Glory; Glory Is Due To Those Only Who Dare To Associate With Pain, And Have Trampled Pleasure Under Their Feet.