In wine, there's truth.
The best kind of wine is that which is most pleasant to him who drinks it.
Wine takes away reason, engenders insanity, leads to thousands of crimes, and imposes such an enormous expense on nations.
Wine refreshes the stomach, sharpens the appetite, blunts care and sadness, and conduces to slumber.
Contact with [menstrual blood] turns new wine sour, crops touched by it become barren, grafts die, seed in gardens are dried up, the fruit of trees fall off, the edge of steel and the gleam of ivory are dulled, hives of bees die, even bronze and iron are at once seized by rust, and a horrible smell fills the air; to taste it drives dogs mad and infects their bites with an incurable poison.
The perverted ingenuity of man has given to water the power of intoxicating where wine is not procured. Western nations intoxicate themselves by moistened grain.
Nothing is more useful than wine for strengthening the body and also more detrimental to our pleasure if moderation be lacking.
It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth (In Vino Veritas).
In wine there is health (In vino sanitas)
Wine maketh the band quivering, the eye watery, the night unquiet, lewd dreams, a stinking breath in the morning, and an utter forgetfulness of all things.
Truth comes out in wine.
