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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

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.

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

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