C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Hunger is never delicate.

Dr. Johnson.

Good cheer is no hindrance to a good life.


Who can cloy the hungry edge of appetite?


A dinner lubricates business.

Lord Stowell.

Fat paunches have lean pates.


Reason should direct and appetite obey.


Turtle makes all men equal.


Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.


If you are surprised at the number of our maladies, count our cooks.


It is difficult to speak to the belly because it has no ears.


Hunger makes everything sweet except itself, for want is the teacher of habits.


Choose rather to punish your appetites than to be punished by them.

Tyrius Maximus.

Animals feed, man eats; the man of intellect alone knows how to eat.


Who rises from a feast with that keen appetite that he sits down?


  • And gazed around them to the left and right
  • With the prophetic eye of appetite.
  • Byron.

    All philosophy in two words,—sustain and abstain.


    The table is the only place where we do not get weary during the first hour.


  • Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths,
  • Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.
  • Scott.

  • Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
  • Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
  • Milton.

  • Now good digestion wait on appetite,
  • And health on both!
  • Shakespeare.

    Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; whose sluggish minds, even in fair honor’s field, still on their dinner turn.

    Joanna Baillie.

    Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.


    The destiny of nations depends upon the manner in which they feed themselves.


    The chief pleasure in eating does not consist in costly seasoning or exquisite flavor, but in yourself. Seek you for sauce in sweating.


    The stomach is a slave that must accept everything that is given to it, but which avenges wrongs as slyly as does the slave.

    Emile Souvestre.

    There are men whose stomachs are the clamorous creditors that sooner or later throw them into bankruptcy.

    J. L. Basford.

    The pleasures of eating deal with us like Egyptian thieves, who strangle those whom they embrace.


    Oh cookery, cookery! that kills more than weapons, guns, wars, or poisons, and would destroy all, but that physic helps to make away some.

    Anthony Brewer.

    The ancients had a significant and truthful saying, that hunger was the best sauce for supper.

    Rowland Hill.

    For the sake of health, medicines are taken by weight and measure; so ought food to be, or by some similar rule.


    A relish bestowed upon the poorer classes, that they may like what they eat; while it is seldom enjoyed by the rich, because they may eat what they like.


    Hunger is a cloud out of which falls a rain of eloquence and knowledge; when the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; when it is full, the spirit becomes body.


    These appetites are very humiliating weaknesses. That our grace depends so largely upon animal condition is not quite flattering to those who are hyperspiritual.


    No man’s body is as strong as his appetites, but Heaven has corrected the boundlessness of his voluptuous desires by stinting his strength and contracting his capacities.


    Our appetites, of one or another kind, are excellent spurs to our reason, which might otherwise but feebly set about the great ends of preserving and continuing the species.


  • His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
  • Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
  • Churchill.

    Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with yesterday’s excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.


    The youth who follows his appetites too soon seizes the cup, before it has received its best ingredients, and by anticipating his pleasures, robs the remaining parts of life of their share, so that his eagerness only produces a manhood of imbecility and an age of pain.


    There are so few invalids who are invariably and conscientiously untemptable by those deadly domestic enemies, sweetmeats, pastry, and gravies, that the usual civilities at a meal are very like being politely assisted to the grave.