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

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

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.

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

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. 

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

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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

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.

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.

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

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