Alcohol Is The Monarch Of Liquids.

For Unknown Foods, The Nose Acts Always As A Sentinal And Cries. 'who Goes There?'

The Universe Is Nothing Without The Things That Live In It, And Everything That Lives, Eats.

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?"

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

The Sense Of Smell Explores; Deleterious Substances Almost Always Have An Unpleasant Smell.