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

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

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 most indispensable qualification of a cook is punctuality. The same must be said of guests.

The German Doctors say that persons sensible of harmony have one sense more than others.

No man under forty can be dignified with the title of gourmet.

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.