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

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

Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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