The Love Of Wine Is

Love Is Merely The Name For The Desire And Pursuit Of The Whole.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

You Will Never Make The Crab Walk Straight.

What Unlooked-for Things Do Happen, To Be Sure, In A Long Life!

There Is No Beast, No Rush Of Fire, Like Woman So Untamed. She Calmly Goes Her Way Where Even Panthers Would Be Shamed.