Quote by James Thurber
Its a na?ve domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think yo

Its a na?ve domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think youll be amused by its presumption. – James Thurber

Other quotes by James Thurber

There are two kinds of light – the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. – James Thurber

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Light
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My opposition To Interviews lies in the fact that offhand answers have little value or grace of expression, and that such oral give and take helps to perpetuate the decline of the English language. – James Thurber

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Interviews
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Wine
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A vine bears three bunches of grapes. The first, the bunch of pleasure; the second, that of drunkenness; the third, that of disgust. – Anacharsis (early 6th century BCE), paraphrase by Diogenes Laërtius (3rd C. CE)

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Wine

When wine enters modesty departs. – Italian Proverb

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Wine

Wine speaks to all the senses: the eyes behold the color, tone and shade; the nose, the bouquet; the fingers and lips caress the cool crystal; the ears delight in the subtle swishing of the liquid; the tongue rejoices in the reward of a rich harvest. – Mary Lou Collins Posch

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Wine

Wine makes old wives wenches. – English proverb

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Wine

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I like food. I like eating. And I dont want to deprive myself of good food. – Sarah Michelle Gellar

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Food

Try to make at least one person happy every day. If you cannot do a kind deed, speak a kind word. If you cannot speak a kind word, think a kind thought. Count up, if you can, the treasure of happiness that you would dispense in a week, in a year, in a lifetime! – Lawrence G. Lovasik

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Happiness

My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family. – Stevie Wonder

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Family

Freedom is poetry, taking liberties with words, breaking the rules of normal speech, violating common sense. Freedom is violence. – Norman O. Brown

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Poetry