man is not truly one, but two - Robert Louis Stevenson

If wine is to withdraw its most poetic countenance, the sun of the white dinner-cloth, a deity to be invoked by two or three, all fervent, hushing their talk, degusting tenderly, and storing reminiscences—for a bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect—if wine is to desert us, go thy ways, old Jack!

Nothing like a little judicious levity.

To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes the prettiest kind of a man.