Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.
To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.
A man who is stingy with saffron is capable of seducing his own grandmother.
I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.
Bouillabaisse is only good because cooked by the French, who, if they cared to try, could produce an excellent and nutritious substitute out of cigar stumps and empty matchboxes.