The Senses Are The Organs By Which

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.

The First Thing We Become Convinced Of Is That Man Is Organized So As To Be Far More Sensible Of Pain Than Of Pleasure.

The Table Is The Only Place Where We Do Not Get Weary During The First Hour.

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.

A Connoisseur Of Gastronomy Was Congratulated On His Appointment As A Director Of Indirect Contributions At Periguex: And, Above All, In The Pleasure There Would Be In Living In The Midst Of Good Cheer, In The Country Of Truffles, Partridges, Truffled Turkeys, And So Forth. "alas!" Replied With A Sigh The Sad Gastronomer, "can One Really Live At All In A Country Where There Is No Fresh Sea-fish?"