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

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. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

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