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

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

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.

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

When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.

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

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

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

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

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