I am a hardened and shameless tea drinker, who has, for twenty years, diluted his meals with only the infusion of this fascinating plant; whose kettle has scarcely time to cool; who with tea amuses the evening, with tea solaces the midnight, and, with tea, welcomes the morning.

This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to.

Some people have a foolish way of not minding, or pretending not to mind, what they eat. For my part, I mind my belly very studiously, and very carefully; for I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.

Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.

Wine gives a man nothing. It neither gives him knowledge nor wit; it only animates a man, and enables him to bring out what a dread of the company has repressed. It only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.

The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

It is as bad as bad can be: it is ill-fed, ill-killed, ill-kept, and ill-drest.