When I Need A Word And Do

At The Table Of A Gentleman Living In The Chausee D'antin Was Served Up An Arles Sausage Of Enormous Size. "will You Accept A Slice?" The Host Asked A Lady Who Was Sitting Next To Him; "you See It Has Come From The Right Factory."it Is Really Very Large," Said The Lady, Casting On It A Roguish Glance; "what A Pity It Is Unlike Anything."

Food Is All Those Substances Which, Submitted To The Action Of The Stomach, Can Be Assimilated Or Changed Into Life By Digestion, And Can Thus Repair The Losses Which The Human Body Suffers Through The Act Of Living.

He Who Receives His Friends And Gives No Personal Attention To The Meal Which Is Being Prepared For Them, Is Not Worthy Of Having Friends.

Beasts Feed. Man Eats. Only The Man Of Intellect Knows How To Eat.

Alcohol Carries The Pleasures Of The Palate To Their Highest Degree.