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.

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

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

A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.

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

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

For most men, life is a search for the proper Manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.