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

A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.

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

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

Wine is bottled poetry.

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.

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

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

Let things taste of what they are.