Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

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.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking unless it be lobster salad and champagne, the only truly feminine and becoming viands.

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

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

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

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

It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard for their own interest.

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

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

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

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

Why is not a rat as good as a rabbit? Why should men eat shrimps and neglect cockroaches?