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

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.

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.

Wine is bottled poetry.

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

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