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It Is The Duty Of All Papas And Mammas To Forbid Their Children To Drink Coffee, Unless They Wish To Have Little Dried-up Machines, Stunted And Old At The Age Of Twenty... Once Saw A Man In London, In Leicester Square, Who Had Been Crippled By Immoderate Indulgence In Coffee; He Was No Longer In Any Pain, Having Grown Accustomed To His Condition, And Had Cut Himself Down To Five Or Six Cups A Day.

The Senses Are The Organs By Which Man Places Himself In Connexion With Exterior Objects.

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.

In The State Of Society In Which We Now Find Ourselves, It Is Difficult To Imagine A Nation Which Lived Solely On Bread And Vegetables.

To Invite People To Dine With Us Is To Make Ourselves Responsible For Their Well-being For As Long As They Are Under Our Roofs.