‘Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.

’Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

No lyric poems live long or please many people which are written by drinkers of water.

The belly is the reason why man does not mistake himself for a god.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

I cannot but bless the memory of Julius Caesar, for the great esteem he expressed for fat men and his aversion to lean ones.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

Cooking is the most massive rush. It’s like having the most amazing hard-on, with Viagra sprinkled on top of it, and it’s still there twelve hours later.

To safeguard one’s health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness indeed.

For, say they, when cruising in an empty ship, if you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.

Feasts must be solemn and rare, or else they cease to be feasts. 

Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.

One of the important requirements for learning how to cook is that you also learn how to eat.