Wine Is A Precarious Aphrodisiac,

The True Cook Is The Perfect Blend, The Only Perfect Blend, Of Artist And Philosopher. He Knows His Worth: He Holds In His Palm The Happiness Of Mankind, The Welfare Of Generations Yet Unborn.

Why Always "not Yet"? Do Flowers In Spring Say "not Yet"?

Learn To Foster An Ardent Imagination; So Shall You Descry Beauty Which Others Passed Unheeded.

Bouillabaisse Is Only Good Because Cooked By The French, Who, If They Cared To Try, Could Produce An Excellent And Nutritious Substitute Out Of Cigar Stumps And Empty Matchboxes.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.