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

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

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.

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

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

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

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.

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

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. 

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

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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