The belly is the reason why man does not mistake himself for a god.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

’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.

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

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