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.

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

Those truffled turkeys, of which the reputation and the price are still increasing, appear like beneficient stars, and make the eyes sparkle of all sorts of gourmands of every category, whilst their faces beam with delight and they themselves dance with pleasure.

A connoisseur of gastronomy was congratulated on his appointment as a director of indirect contributions at Periguex: and, above all, in the pleasure there would be in living in the midst of good cheer, in the country of truffles, partridges, truffled turkeys, and so forth. "Alas!" replied with a sigh the sad gastronomer, "can one really live at all in a country where there is no fresh sea-fish?"

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

To know how to eat well, one must first know how to wait.

The destiny of nations depends on how they nourish themselves.