The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

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

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

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

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

’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.

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

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

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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.