A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be

The Drinking Of Wine Seems To Me To Have A Moral Edge Over Many Pleasures And Hobbies In That It Promotes Love Of One's Neighbor.

A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be Shared; I Have Never Met A Miserly Wine Lover. The Social Emotions It Generates Are Equidistant From The Philatelist's Solitary Gloating And The Football Fan's Gregarious Hysteria.

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.

Wine Is Poetry In A Bottle.

The German Mind Has A Talent For Making No Mistakes But The Very Greatest.