The Things Men Come To Eat When

I Like Old People When They Have Aged Well.

It Is A Curious Fact That No Man Likes To Call Himself A Glutton, And Yet Each Of Us Has In Him A Trace Of Gluttony, Potential Or Actual. I Cannot Believe That There Exists A Single Coherent Human Being Who Will Not Confess, At Least To Himself, That Once Or Twice He Has Stuffed Himself To Bursting Point On Anything From Quail Financiere To Flapjacks, For No Other Reason Than The Beastlike Satisfaction Of His Belly.

I Live With Carpe Diem Engraved On My Heart.

Since We Must Eat To Live, We Might As Well Do It With Both Grace And Gusto.

An Oyster Leads A Dreadful But Exciting Life.