To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most vegetarians I ever saw looked enough like their food to be classed as cannibals.

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.

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.

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.