Wine is bottled poetry.

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

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

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

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

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

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

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

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