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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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