Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

If wine disappeared from human production, I believe there would be, in the health and intellect of the planet, a void, a deficiency far more terrible than all the excesses and deviations for which wine is made responsible. Is it not reasonable to suggest that people that never drink wine, whether naive or doctrinaire, are fools or hypocrites....?

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.