And while other passions in your life may at some point begin to bank their fires, the shared happiness of good homemade food can last as long as we do.

Cooking is an art, but you eat it too.

What people do with food is an act that reveals how they construe the world.

Not everyone in Italy may know how to cook, but nearly everyone knows how to eat. Eating in Italy is one more manifestation of the Italian's age-old gift of making art out of life.

The Italian comes to his table with the same open heart with which a child falls into his mother's arms, with the same easy feeling of being in the right place.

I don't cook 'concepts.' I use my head, but I cook from the heart, I cook for flavor.

I need to smell its smells, to hear its sounds, to see food in a pot that simmers, bubbles, sizzles. I enjoy the physical involvement of stirring, turning, poking, mashing, scraping.

[On cooking:] What you keep out is as significant as what you put in.

80% of Italian cooking is done in a sauté pan.

To amaze yourself, lift your spirit and see through your love the beauties of life.

I buy expensive suits. They just look cheap on me.

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.

When we say that a man controls himself, we must specify who is controlling whom.

Reelection ought not to be the primary preoccupation of any politician. It ought to be standing up for truth and justice.

Art, music, and philosophy are merely poignant examples of what we might have been had not the priests and traders gotten hold of us.

It follows the seasons, beginning each year with the fond expectancy of springtime and ending with the hard facts of autumn.

Big Government is erecting a panopticon state - one that sees everything, and regulates everything. It’s great “customer service,” except that you can never get out of the store.

A single inattention may lose a chess game, whereas a single successful approach to a problem, among many which have been relegated to the wastebasket, will make a mathematician's reputation.

If you heard me sing, you would just plug your ears and run, screaming, the other way. I promise.