One's First Book, Kiss, Home Run Is

Wine Is Poetry In A Bottle.

A Cheese May Disappoint. It May Be Dull, It May Be Naive, It May Be Oversophisticated. Yet It Remains Cheese, Milk's Leap Toward Immortality.

A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be Shared; I Have Never Met A Miserly Wine Lover. The Social Emotions It Generates Are Equidistant From The Philatelist's Solitary Gloating And The Football Fan's Gregarious Hysteria.

Reading Is Not An Operation Performed On Something Inert But A Relationship Entered Into With Another Vital Being.

Gertrude Stein Was Masterly In Making Nothing Happen Very Slowly