There Are Two Kinds Of

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.

Wine Is Poetry In A Bottle.

Gertrude Stein Was Masterly In Making Nothing Happen Very Slowly

The Kind Of Poetry To Avoid In The Pretty-pretty Kind That Pleased Our Grandmothers, The Kind That Longfellow And Tennyson, Good Poets At Their Best, Wrote At Their Worst.

To Take Wine Into Your Mouth Is To Savor A Droplet Of The River Of Human History.