The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.

A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world ...

"According to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.

A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.

Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

It is best to rise from life as from a banquet neither thirsty nor drunken.