Wine is bottled poetry.
A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.
Wine is a constant proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world.
A poet’s hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.
Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.
Wine is sunlight, held together by water.
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.
A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye.