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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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