In The Hands Of An Able Cook,

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

The Limits Of Pleasure Are As Yet Neither Known Nor Fixed, And That We Have No Idea What Degree Of Bodily Bliss We Are Capable Of Attaining.

Tell Me What You Eat, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

If One Swallows A Cup Of Chocolate Only Three Hours After A Copious Lunch, Everything Will Be Perfectly Digested And There Will Still Be Room For Dinner.

Gluttony Is Mankind's Exclusive Prerogative.