I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.
I put everything I can into the mulberry of my mind and hope that it is going to ferment and make a decent wine. How that process happens, I'm sorry to tell you I can't describe.
Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
Wine is a peep-hole on a man.
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
The reality is that I'm making better wine than I thought I would. The whole process is simple but beautiful.
Wine is bottled poetry.
Do not let friars enter your wine cellars for fear they will bless every barrel and change the wine into blood.