The Table Is The Only Place Where

The Universe Is Nothing Without The Things That Live In It, And Everything That Lives, Eats.

The Lord Hath Created Medicines Out Of The Earth, And He That Is Wise Will Not Abhor Them.

The Pleasures Of The Table Belong To All Times And Ages, To Every Country And Every Day; They Go Hand In Hand With All Our Other Pleasures, Outlast Them, And Remain To Console Us For Their Loss.

Meals, In The Sense In Which We Understand This Word, Began With The Second Age Of The Human Species.

To Claim That Wines Should Not Be Changed Is A Heresy; The Palate Becomes Saturated And After The Third Glass The Best Of Wines Arouses Nothing But An Obscure Sensation.