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

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.

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

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.

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. 

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

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

When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.

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

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

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.

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