When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood—
Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good.
Oh! the roast beef of England,
And Old England's roast beef.
Henry Fielding, "The Roast Beef of Old England", in Grub Street Opera, Act III, scene 2. Claimed for R. Leveridge.
We used to have a lot of fun. We never had any problems. We always ate. The fact that we didn't have steak? Who had steak?
Jesse Owens in Tony Gentry, Jesse Owens, Champion Athlete (1990).
Who lives longer? the man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.
Aldous Huxley in Kevin A. Fabiano, ed., The Shortcut: 20 Stories To Get You From Here To There (2006), p. 179.
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
I wouldn't touch a hot dog unless you put a condom on it! You realize that the job of a hot dog is to use parts of the animal that the Chinese can't figure out how to make into a belt?
Bill Maher, Bill Maher: I'm Swiss (2005), timecode 1:11:10.
Meat is murder.
Original author unknown; slogan used by certain animal rights groups, reported in Maureen Duffy, Men and Beasts: An Animal Rights Handbook (1984), p. 142, as having been painted on the wall of a Surrey, England butcher shop by ALF activists on April 4, 1983.
It may indeed be doubted, whether butcher's meat is any where a necessary of life. Grain and other vegetables, with the help of milk, cheese, and butter, or oil, where butter is not to be had, it is known from experience, can, without any butcher's meat, afford the most plentiful, the most wholesome, the most nourishing, and the most invigorating diet.
Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations (1776), book V, ch. II, part II, Appendix to Articles I and II.
In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughter-houses. And, in a population that is all educated, and at about the same level of physical refinement, it is practically impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. We never settled the hygienic question of meat-eating at all. This other aspect decided us. I can still remember, as a boy, the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughter-house.