Most of the wine produced in Northern California was industrial.

My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon."

I was fairly poor
but most of my money went
for wine and
classical music.
I loved to mix the two
together.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

We may lay in a stock of pleasures, as we would lay in a stock of wine; but if we defer tasting them too long, we shall find that both are soured by age