In Fine, The Truffle Is The Very

A Meal Without Wine Is Like A Day Without Sun

Sight And Touch, Being Thus Increased In Capacity, Might Belong To Some Species Far Superior To Man; Or Rather The Human Species Would Be Far Different Had All The Senses Been Thus Improved.

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.

A Man Who Was Fond Of Wine Was Offered Some Grapes At Dessert After Dinner. "much Obliged," Said He, Pushing The Plate Aside, "i Am Not Accustomed To Take My Wine In Pills."

'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.'