A Meal Without Wine Is Like A

I Am Not Accustomed To Take My Wine In Pills.

Burgundy Makes You Think Of Silly Things; Bordeaux Makes You Talk About Them, And Champagne Makes You Do Them.

The First Thing We Become Convinced Of Is That Man Is Organized So As To Be Far More Sensible Of Pain Than Of Pleasure.

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.