Quotes on Wine

When I get older losing my hair many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine. Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

To turn water into wine, and what is common into what is holy, is indeed the glory of Christianity.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape_x000D_ _x000D_ Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.

Every walk to the woods is a religious rite, every bath in the stream is a saving ordinance. Communion service is at all hours, and the bread and wine are from the heart and marrow of Mother Earth.

Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.

Twas Noah who first planted the vine_x000D_ _x000D_ And mended his morals by drinking its wine.

It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth (In Vino Veritas).

Take heed of the Vinegar of sweet Wine, and the Anger of Good-nature.

God made only water, but man made wine.

The peoples of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when they learned to cultivate the olive and the vine.

Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss. A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear—and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.