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

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.

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

Is it only the mouth and belly which are injured by hunger and thirst? Men’s minds are also injured by them.

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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. 

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.

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

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

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

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

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