Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

I am essentially an amateur medecin, and this to me is almost a mania.

Nothing is more pleasant than to see a pretty woman, her napkin well placed under her arms, one of her hands on the table, while the other carries to her mouth, the choice piece so elegantly carved.

The sense of smell, like a faithful counsellor, foretells its character.

In the hands of an able cook, fish can become an inexhaustible source of perpetual delight.

Alcohol carries the pleasures of the palate to their highest degree.

Seating themselves on the greensward, they eat while the corks fly and there is talk, laughter and merriment, and perfect freedom, for the universe is their drawing room and the sun their lamp. Besides, they have appetite, Nature's special gift, which lends to such a meal a vivacity unknown indoors, however beautiful the surroundings.