I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.
To announce truths is an infallible receipt for being persecuted.
Man is not born wicked; he becomes so, as he becomes sick.
He must be very ignorant for he answers every question he is asked.
It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.
Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am.