Language is wine upon the lips.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Wine has been with civilized man from the beginning.
Language is the dress of thought.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
There is a pride in speaking this language.
A different language is a different vision of life.
To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.
Language is froth on the surface of thought.
Wine is the drink of the gods, milk the drink of babes, tea the drink of women, and water the drink of beasts.
Wine is bottled poetry.