One newspaper a day ought to be enough for anyone who still prefers to retain a little mental balance.

Wine is poetry in a bottle.

Wine is a civilizing agent.

The tantrums of cloth-headed celluloid idols are deemed fit for grown-up conversation, while silence settles over such a truly important matter as food.

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

[Books] will visit you at your convenience, whether you are lonesome or not, on rainy days or fair. They propose themselves as either transient acquaintances or permanent friends. They will stay as long as you like, departing or returning as you wish. Their friendship entails no obligation. Best of all, and not always true of our merely human friends, they have Cleopatra's infinite variety.

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