To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.

If food is the body of good living, wine is its soul.

Being a child is in itself a profession.

A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover. The social emotions it generates are equidistant from the philatelist's solitary gloating and the football fan's gregarious hysteria.

Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.

Reading is not an operation performed on something inert but a relationship entered into with another vital being.

We prefer to think that the absence of inverted commas guarantees the originality of a thought, whereas it may be merely that the utterer has forgotten its source.