Alcohol Carries The Pleasures Of The Palate

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.

Gluttony Is Mankind's Exclusive Prerogative.

It Is The Duty Of All Papas And Mammas To Forbid Their Children To Drink Coffee, Unless They Wish To Have Little Dried-up Machines, Stunted And Old At The Age Of Twenty... Once Saw A Man In London, In Leicester Square, Who Had Been Crippled By Immoderate Indulgence In Coffee; He Was No Longer In Any Pain, Having Grown Accustomed To His Condition, And Had Cut Himself Down To Five Or Six Cups A Day.

Gourmandise Is An Impassioned, Rational, And Habitual Preference For All Objects Which Flatter The Sense Of Taste.

'monsieur,' Madame D'arestel, Superior Of The Convent Of The Visitation At Belley, Once Said To Me More Than Fifty Years Ago, 'whenever You Want To Have A Really Good Cup Of Chocolate, Make It The Day Before, In A Porcelain Coffeepot, And Let It Set. The Night's Rest Will Concentrate It And Give It A Velvety Quality Which Will Make It Better. Our Good God Cannot Possibly Take Offense At This Little Refinement, Since He Himself Is Everything That Is Most Perfect.'