The torrent of centuries rolling over the human race, has continually brought new perfections, the cause of which, ever active though unseen, is found in the demands made by our senses, which always in their turns demand to be occupied.

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.

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.

Gourmandism is an act of judgment, by which we prefer things which have a pleasant taste to those which lack this quality.

The senses are the organs by which man places himself in connexion with exterior objects.

Dear gourmands! my bowels yearn towards them as a father's toward his children. They are so good natured! They have such sparkling eyes!

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