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

A great step toward independence is a good-humored stomach, one that is willing to endure rough treatment.

When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.

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

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.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Most vegetarians I ever saw looked enough like their food to be classed as cannibals.

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

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

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

We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink, for dining alone is leading the life of a lion or wolf. 

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.