When you mature in your relationship with God you realize how suffering and patience are like eating your spiritual vegetables.

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

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.

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

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

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.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

As I ramble through life, whatever be my goal, I will unfortunately always keep my eye upon the doughnut and not upon the whole.

Seeing is deceiving. It's eating that's believing.

Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I have dined today.

There is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves.

Where the guests at a gathering are well-acquainted, they eat 20 per cent more than they otherwise would.

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

A gourmet is just a glutton with brains.

I have known many meat eaters to be far more non-violent than vegetarians.

When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.

Dinner is to a day what dessert is to dinner.

That all-softening, overpowering knell, The Tocsin of the Soul-the dinner-bell.

Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are.

Every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.