“Come boy, and pour for me a cupOf old Falernian. Fill it upWith wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear;Our host decrees no water here.Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew,The sluggish thin their blood with dew.For such pale stuff we have no use;For us the purple grape's rich juice.Begone, ye chilling water sprite;Here burning Bacchus rules tonight!”
“A brick could be used for pressing grapes into wine, and a magician could then cover up that wine with a blanket and turn wine into water. ”
“We now have a strong desire for living combined with a strange carelessness about dying. We desire life like water and yet are ready to drink death like wine.”
“Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake, and thine often infirmities.”
“Your divine should not have used water. It just doesn't hold the attention properly. Wine. Or blood, in a pinch. Some liquid that matters.”
“My books are water; those of the great geniuses is wine. Everybody drinks water.”