A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him

Life in us is like the water in a river.

Fish, to taste good, must swim three times: in water, in butter, and in wine

Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour

You're in my blood like holy wine, You taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet. I would still be on my feet.

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestioning ability of man to evaluate his life by a conscious endeavor