Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on...

I don’t drink coffee I take tea my dearI like my toast done on one side …”(Englishman in New York)

I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy the depths!...

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,Yet let’s be merry; we’ll have tea and toast;Custards for supper, and an endless hostOf syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,And other such ladylike luxuries.

He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.

In a toast, I’ll raise my glass like I’d raise a child—through orphanages.

A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts. Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded. Thanks for watchmen asleep...

May you live forever, and may I never die.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table.” Macbeth

When trying to find the words to tell her how much I loved her, I stumbled across the ingredients for grilled cheese sandwiches. That’s when I realized she was the melted cheese to my toast....

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I always like toast in a crisis.

I don’t know. I know only that in your own way, you inspire us.