To Know How To Eat Well, One

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

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.

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.

I Am A Strong Partisan Of Second Causes, And I Believe Firmly That The Entire Gallinaceous Order Has Been Merely Created To Furnish Our Larders And Our Banquets.

Salad Freshens Without Enfeebling And Fortifies Without Irritating.