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

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.

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.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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