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

The dyspeptic and the drunkard do not know how to eat or drink.

The number of flavors is infinite, for every soluble body has a peculiar flavor, like none other.

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.

Salad freshens without enfeebling and fortifies without irritating.

The pleasures of the table belong to all times and ages, to every country and every day; they go hand in hand with all our other pleasures, outlast them, and remain to console us for their loss.

In the state of society in which we now find ourselves, it is difficult to imagine a nation which lived solely on bread and vegetables.