If it were not for the tyranny of the stomach, no bird would fall into the hunter's trap; rather, the hunter himself would not even set the trap.

Wise men eat infrequently, worshippers eat half-full, ascetics eat just enough to sustain life, young people eat until they can hold no more, and old people eat until they sweat, but wandering dervishes eat so much that there is no room left for breath in their stomachs and no food left on the table for anyone else.

One who is a prisoner of their stomach will not sleep for two nights:

One night from a heavy stomach, and one night from longing (for more).