To Know How To Eat Well, One

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

The Fate Of A Nation Depends On The Way That They Eat.

The Dyspeptic And The Drunkard Do Not Know How To Eat Or Drink.

The Number Of Flavors Is Infinite, For Every Soluble Body Has A Peculiar Flavor, Like None Other.

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