Bottles of wine aren't like paintings. At some point you have to consume them. The object in life is to die with… — Jay McInerney Copy Share Image
Wine is a sensual pleasure. Its real value is when it splashes into the glass. It is not in the category of… — Serena Sutcliffe Copy Share Image
Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I can't overrule gravity or turn away an approaching hurricane. I'm powerless over those things, yet this doesn't mean that I can't… — Peg O'Connor Copy Share Image
Valerie was crying, too. She was laughing and sniffling back sobs. “I’m going to marry my snuggy wuggums,” she said. Morelli paused,… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
The officers of Congress, may come upon you now, fortified with all the terrors of paramount federal authority. Excisemen taxmen may come… — Patrick Henry Copy Share Image
“However, do you know what? I am convinced that fellows like me who live in dark cellars must be kept under restraint.… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
It’s the end. It’s the end of the civilization. We’re going down. No, it’s sure not too attractive. Lenticels. I just hope… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Make no mistake; the American Revolution was not fought to obtain freedom, but to preserve the liberties that Americans already had as… — Samuel Eliot Morison Copy Share Image
Igor?' said Moist. 'You have an Igor?' Oh, yes,' said Hubert. 'That's how I get this wonderful light. They know the secret… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
There is as much in our Lord's pantry as will satisfy all his children and as much wine in his cellar as… — Samuel Rutherford Copy Share Image
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
We will have to choose not between color nor race nor religion nor between East and West either, but simply between being… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
