Beasts Feed. Man Eats. Only The Man

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

At The Table Of A Gentleman Living In The Chausee D'antin Was Served Up An Arles Sausage Of Enormous Size. "will You Accept A Slice?" The Host Asked A Lady Who Was Sitting Next To Him; "you See It Has Come From The Right Factory."it Is Really Very Large," Said The Lady, Casting On It A Roguish Glance; "what A Pity It Is Unlike Anything."

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

To Claim That Wines Should Not Be Changed Is A Heresy; The Palate Becomes Saturated And After The Third Glass The Best Of Wines Arouses Nothing But An Obscure Sensation.

The Lord Hath Created Medicines Out Of The Earth, And He That Is Wise Will Not Abhor Them.