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

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

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.