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

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

Let things taste of what they are.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world.

Wine is bottled poetry.

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

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

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