The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!
Francois RabelaisFew and signally blessed are those whom Jupiter has destined to be cabbage-planters. For they've always one foot on the ground andthe other not far from it. Anyone is welcome to argue about felicity and supreme happiness. But the man who plants cabbages I now positively declare to be the happiest of mortals.
Francois Rabelais