No man can be wise on an empty stomach.

You become what you think. You are what you eat.

The dinner table is the center for the teaching and practising not just of table manners but of conversation, consideration, tolerance, family feeling, and just about all the other accomplishments of polite society except the minuet.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love, or very alone.

Licorice is the liver of candy.

Anyhow, the hole in the donut is at least digestible.

I like rice. Rice is great when you're hungry and want 2000 of something.

It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a home-grown tomato.

I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.

It has always pleased me to read while eating if I have no companion; it gives me the society I lack. I devour alternately a page and a mouthful; it is as though my book were dining with me.