A good plate of pasta, properly seasoned, it is a poem. It ‘a fine art, fine. No wonder, therefore, that this food has crossed his path with that of poets, writers, and even politicians.
Life is a combination of magic and pasta.
I wonder that I am a professor little professorial, what is the glory of Dante below that of spaghetti?
Italians have only two things on my mind: the other is spaghetti.
Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.
There never feel alone while eating spaghetti. Require too much attention.
Men are like spaghetti: most are cooked more are sticky.