A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover
A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that Finis vitae sed non amoris [Life ends but not love], is a lie, useless and not even funny.
I was once the wine, and you the wineglass.
I was once alive, when you held me.
God became the glass:
All things left were emptiness.
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?