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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

To safeguard one’s health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness indeed.

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

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

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