Turkey is undoubtedly one of the best gifts that the New World has made to the Old.

Meals, in the sense in which we understand this word, began with the second age of the human species.

Beasts feed. Man eats. Only the man of intellect knows how to eat.

The sense of smell explores; deleterious substances almost always have an unpleasant smell.

In the centre of a spacious table rose a pastry as large as a church, flanked on the north by a quarter of cold veal, on the south by an enormous ham, on the east by a monumental pile of butter, and on the west by an enormous dish of artichokes, with a hot sauce.

The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth, and he that is wise will not abhor them.

The pleasure of the table belongs to all ages, to all conditions, to all countries, and to all areas; it mingles with all other pleasures, and remains at last to console us for their departure.