Smell and taste are in fact but a single composite sense, whose laboratory is the mouth and its chimney the nose.

Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are.

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 Spanish ladies of the New World are madly addicted to chocolate, to such a point that, not content to drink it several times each day, they even have it served to them in church.

All languages had their birth, their apogee and decline.

The table is the only place where we do not get weary during the first hour.

The first thing we become convinced of is that man is organized so as to be far more sensible of pain than of pleasure.