What is food to one is to others bitter poison.

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

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.

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

Feasts must be solemn and rare, or else they cease to be feasts. 

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.

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 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.

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

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

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.