Whosoever Says Truffle, Utters A Grand Word,

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.

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.

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?"

Those Who Have Been Too Long At Their Labor, Who Have Drunk Too Long At The Cup Of Voluptuousness, Who Feel They Have Become Temporarily Inhumane, Who Are Tormented By Their Families, Who Find Life Sad And Love Ephemeral......they Should All Eat Chocolate And They Will Be Comforted.

Gastronomers Of The Year 1825, Who Find Sateity In The Lap Of Abundance, And Dream Of Some Newly-made Dishes, You Will Not Enjoy The Discoveries Which Science Has In Store For The Year 1900, Such As Foods Drawn From The Mineral Kingdom, Liqueurs Produced By The Pressure Of A Hundred Atmospheres; You Will Never See The Importations Which Travelers Yet Unborn Will Bring To You From That Half Of The Globe Which Has Still To Be Discovered Or Explored. How I Pity You!