Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye.

Wine is bottled poetry.

As you get older, you shouldn’t waste time drinking bad wine.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

Wine is a constant proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

A poet’s hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.