Quotes from Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

The number of flavors is infinite, for every soluble body has a peculiar flavor, like none other.

The German Doctors say that persons sensible of harmony have one sense more than others.

No man under forty can be dignified with the title of gourmet.

Beasts feed. Man eats. Only the man of intellect knows how to eat.

The first thing we become convinced of is that man is organized so as to be far more sensible of pain than of pleasure.

The senses are the organs by which man places himself in connexion with exterior objects.

Sight and touch, being thus increased in capacity, might belong to some species far superior to man; or rather the human species would be far different had all the senses been thus improved.

All men, even those we call savages, have been so tormented by the passion for strong drinks, that limited as their capacities were, they were yet able to manufacture them.

Those from whom nature has withheld taste invented trousers.

The discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity, than the discovery of a new star.

Poultry is for the cook what canvas is for a painter, or the cap of Fortunatus for a conjurer.

The discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity, than the discovery of a new star.

Tell me what you eat, I'll tell you who you are.

The discovery of a new dish does more for the happiness of the human race than the discovery of a star.

Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye

To invite people to dine with us is to make ourselves responsible for their well-being for as long as they are under our roofs.

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

Those who have been too long at their labor, who have drunk too long at the cup of voluptuousness, who feel they have become temporarily inhumane, who are tormented by their families, who find life sad and love ephemeral......they should all eat chocolate and they will be comforted.

Seating themselves on the greensward, they eat while the corks fly and there is talk, laughter and merriment, and perfect freedom, for the universe is their drawing room and the sun their lamp. Besides, they have appetite, Nature's special gift, which lends to such a meal a vivacity unknown indoors, however beautiful the surroundings.

The host took care to produce one or another of these whenever the current subjects seemed about used up, so that the conversation gathered new life and at the same time steered clear of political arguments, which are hindersome to both ingestion and digestion.

De gustibus et coloribus non est disputandum.

Az ízlés birodalmának is megvannak a maga vakjai és süketei.

A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with no heart.

All languages had their birth, their apogee and decline.