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

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. 

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.

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

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

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

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.

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.

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