The emotion at the point of technical breakthrough is better than wine, women and song put together.
I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.
Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand. Who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine?
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
The giving of riches and honors to a wicked man is like giving strong wine to him that hath a fever.
One not only drinks the wine, one smells it, observes it, tastes it, sips it and-one talks about it.
America's craft brewers know that beer, not wine, is the best beverage for accompanying a good meal.
When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!
I hope that I am as broadminded as others, and you have always seen a decanter of wine on the table.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.
I love France. It's got the sun down at the bottom, the Alps for skiing, and all that wine and food.
At four o'clock in the morning, when everyone is drunk enough, then extraordinary things can happen.
Wine refreshes the stomach, sharpens the appetite, blunts care and sadness, and conduces to slumber.
To buy very good wine nowadays requires only money. To serve it to your guests is a sign of fatigue.
A good wine has many qualities, I think. If drunk moderately, it is healthy and good for your heart.
The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water.
To the question what wine he found pleasant to drink, he replied, "That for which other people pay."