The miser and the glutton are two facetious buzzards: one hides his store, and the other stores his hide.
Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god.
One meal a day is enough for a lion, and it ought to be for a man.
In general, mankind, since the improvement of cookery, eats twice as much as nature requires.
A poor man who eats too much, as contradistinguished from a gourmand, who is a rich man who lives well.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
Glutton: one who digs his grave with his teeth.
The pleasures of the palate deal with us like the Egyptian thieves, who strangle those whom they embrace.
— Seneca
The fool that eats till he is sick must fast till he is well.