Beasts Feed. Man Eats. Only The Man

All Languages Had Their Birth, Their Apogee And Decline.

No Man Under Forty Can Be Dignified With The Title Of Gourmet.

Let The Progress Of The Meal Be Slow, For Dinner Is The Last Business Of The Day; And Let The Guests Conduct Themselves Like Travelers Due To Reach Their Destination Together.

Place A Substantial Meal Before A Tired Man And He Will Eat With Effort And Be Little Better For It At First. Give Him A Glass Of Wine Or Brandy, And Immediately He Feels Better: You See Him Come To Life Again Before You.

Smell And Taste Are In Fact But A Single Composite Sense, Whose Laboratory Is The Mouth And Its Chimney The Nose.