"Such coffee as in Poland you'll not find elsewhere: In a good house, in Poland, by old custom there, Making coffee's the task of one housemaid alone (As the coffee-maid known), who imports from the town, The best beans, or from trading barge buys them, and who Has her own secret ways of preparing the brew, Which as jet-black as coal is, and as amber limpid: Is as fragrant as mocca, and as honey viscid. It's well known that good coffee needs really good cream: In the country that's easy; the maid, at first beam, Sets the kettles, proceeds next to visit the dairies And there gathers the flower of cream; gently carries In a separate jug, to each cup freshly brought, So that each one is dressed in a separate coat."

"Un dessert sans fromage est une belle à qui il manqu un œil."

"A farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair; (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, Which wholly consisted of lines like these."

"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."

"Cheese like pizzeria, have a seat bitch please, Ikea."

"Cheese is the celebration of milk when it goes 'off' big-time-stylee."

"On ne peut pas rassembler les Françis que sous le coup de la peur. On ne peut pas rassembler à froid un pays qui compte 265 spécialités de fromages."

"Ye set circumquaques to make me beleue Or thinke, that the moone is made of gréene chéese."

"Our Transatlantic cousins are very fond of apple-pie. It is consumed to a large extent all over the country. Not raised apple-pie; but flat, and with a paste that is invariably very coarse and indigestible. You have a triangular-shaped slice put on your plate, and (in some parts of America) if you do not want to be singular you will eat it with a bit of cheese, Yorkshire fashion. As an American lady once graphically put it: "Apple-pie without cheese Is like a kiss without a squeeze.""

"A slice of pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze."

"Hellish dark, and smells of cheese!"

"Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese — toasted, mostly."

"A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere."

"Two-thirds of the apples and nine-tenths of the pears that we eat are imported, not to mention two thirds of the cheese. And that is a disgrace. From the apple that dropped on Isaac Newton’s head to the orchards of nursery rhymes, this fruit has always been a part of Britain. I want our children to grow up enjoying the taste of British apples as well as Cornish sardines, Norfolk turkey, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Wensleydale cheese, Herefordshire pears and of course black pudding."

"Why did you yell, 'Cheese'?" And The Man would tell him mockingly, "Because I felt like it, you stupid machine."

"I was upset, so I had a little brie. And a little havarti. And…some cheddar; maybe a bit of camembert— Anyway…"

"There's always free cheese in a mousetrap."

"When life gives you cheese, send a thank you bell to the cow."