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)
Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance. – Henry David Thoreau
