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.

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

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

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.

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

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

We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink, for dining alone is leading the life of a lion or wolf. 

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.

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

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

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

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