The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Luxury is the first, second and third cause of the ruin of republics. It is the vampire which soothes us into a fatal slumber while it sucks the lifeblood of our veins.

He hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure--and for such a tomb might be content to die.

A woman asked a coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gillman's did the business for me."

I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.