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.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

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.

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

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

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

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

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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