And what shall I tell you, lady, of the natural secrets I have discovered while cooking? And I often say, when observing these details: had Aristotle prepared victuals, he would have written more.

I don't study to know more, but to ignore less.

I walk beneath your pens, and am not what I truly am, but what you'd prefer to imagine me.

Everything that you receive is not measured according to its actual size, but, rather that of the receiving vessel.

As love is union, it knows no extremes of distance.

One can perfectly well philosophize while cooking supper.

O who is more to blame: He who sins for pay - Or he who pays for sin?

Aristotle could have known so much more if he cooked.

In my opinion, better far it be To destroy vanity within my life Than to destroy my life in vanity.

In loss itself I find assuagement: having lost the treasure, I've nothing to fear.

I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me!

If there are patterns of bound emotions then life will bring that to the surface as often as is needed for all feelings to now come and go naturally without any personal sense to them.

Trust me, change can happen in much less time given the right circumstances. Hell, sometimes the people we're closest to change and there's nothing we can do to bring them back.

We refused to be what the world want us to be- BAD. We are what we are- GOOD. And that's the way it is going to be.

John Kerry believes in an America where hard work is rewarded.

Love and Compassion are the true religions to me. But to develop this, we do not need to believe in any religion.

It's good to be here. At 98, it's good to be anywhere.

The best songs of this [modern] period - the apocalyptic "High Water," for example - return [Bob] Dylan to where he was in his first phase, updating and transforming American traditional music.

People can be really mean - they say the most vicious things.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.