This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.

A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it.

The whole of nature, as has been said, is a conjugation of the verb to eat, in the active and passive.

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

He that eateth well, drinketh well; he that drin-keth well, sleepeth well; he that sleepeth well, sin-neth not; he that sinneth not goeth straight through Purgatory to Paradise.

The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

As one who achieved the symmetry of a Humphrey Bogart and the grace of a jaguar purely on pastry, I have no truck with lettuce, cabbage and similar chlorophyll.