The Senses Are The Organs By Which

He Who Receives His Friends And Gives No Personal Attention To The Meal Which Is Being Prepared For Them, Is Not Worthy Of Having Friends.

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

Food Is All Those Substances Which, Submitted To The Action Of The Stomach, Can Be Assimilated Or Changed Into Life By Digestion, And Can Thus Repair The Losses Which The Human Body Suffers Through The Act Of Living.

You First Parents Of The Human Race...who Ruined Yourself For An Apple, What Might You Have Done For A Truffled Turkey?

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.