Henry David Thoreau
Who has not sometimes derived an inexpressible satisfaction
From his food in which appetite had no share?
The soul not being mistress of herself,
One looks and does not see,
One listens and does not hear,
One eats and does not know the savor of food
He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never
be a glutton
Not that food, which enters into the mouth Defileth a
man,
But the appetite with which it is eaten!