The Limits Of Pleasure Are

In The Hands Of An Able Cook, Fish Can Become An Inexhaustible Source Of Perpetual Delight.

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.

Those From Whom Nature Has Withheld Taste Invented Trousers.

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

Once Fire Was Discovered, The Instinct For Improvement Made Men Bring Food To It. First To Dry It, Then To Put It On The Coals To Cook.