One of the important requirements for learning how to cook is that you also learn how to eat.

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.

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.

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

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.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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.

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

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

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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.