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.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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

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.

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

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

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

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

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

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.

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

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