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Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.
Oct 2, 2025
The vineyards of philanthropy are pleasant places, and I would hope good men and women will be drawn there.... If these vineyards are to thrive and bear their best fruit, they must always have first-class attention.
My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow & rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards.You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people.
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary.
Wine is inspiring and adds greatly to the joy of living.
God made only water, but man made wine.
We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well being and delight.
The strength that I have comes from irrigating the citrus plantation, ploughing in the vineyard, guarding the melon fields at night. I believe that's what gave me the strength.
I'm not a Luddite, but I'm outside more than I'm on my computer. We have a micro-farm - it's a step up from a garden. We have a pretty extensive vineyard. We grow about 60 percent of our own food, make our own wine, have chickens for eggs.
A man will be eloquent if you give him good wine.
Nothing makes the future look so rosy as to contemplate it through a glass of Chambertin.
One vote, one act or one person can change the course of history. I also thought of the lawyers who daily and tirelessly labor in the vineyards of justice - men and women who represent their clients with integrity, ethics and professionalism, and who think nothing of it as that is what lawyers do. Yet, often these individuals are the very people who change the world.
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
If you have made covenants, keep them. If you haven’t made them, make them. If you have made them and broken them, repent and repair them. It is never too late so long as the Master of the vineyard says there is time. Please listen to the prompting of the Holy Spirit telling you right now, this very moment, that you should accept the atoning gift of the Lord Jesus Christ and enjoy the fellowship of His labor. Don’t delay. It’s getting late.
The Italians always made good wine, but you had the impression they were friendly guys in straw hats running family vineyards with slaves or something so that the vino was never more than ten bucks a bottle.
Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul.
I can certainly see that you know your wine. Most of the guests who stay here wouldn't know the difference between Bordeaux and Claret.
Wine makes a man better pleased with himself. I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others.
Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.
Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars.
The older I get, the better I was.
Life is too short to drink bad wine.
Wine makes every meal an occasion.
I like best the wine drunk at the cost of others.
A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.
To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.
Wine is a living liquid containing no preservatives. Its life cycle comprises youth, maturity, old age, and death. When not treated with reasonable respect it will sicken and die.
Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized.
Drinking good wine with good food in good company is one of life's most civilized pleasures.
Today, for the first time in history, a Bishop of Rome sets foot on English soil. This fair land, once a distant outpost of the pagan world, has become, through the preaching of the Gospel, a beloved and gifted portion of Christ's vineyard.
Poor France, thy fine climate, rich vineyards, and the wishes of the learned avail nothing; thou art a destitute beggar, and not the powerful friend thou wert represented to me.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
He who loves not women, wine, and song Remains a fool his whole life long.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
I tremble because of the sufferings of those persecuted in different lands. I tremble thinking about the eternal destiny of their torturers. I tremble for Western Christians who don't help their persecuted brethren. In the depth of my heart, I would like to keep the beauty of my own vineyard and not be involved in such a huge fight. I would like so much to be somewhere in quietness and rest. But it is not possible... The quietness and rest for which I long would be an escape from reality and dangerous for my soul... The West sleeps and must be awakened to see the plight of the captive nations.
My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a specific place? Rivers there? Lakes? The sky there? The way the moon comes up there? And the sun? Is one's country the trees, the vineyards, the grass, the birds, the rocks, the hills and summer and winter? Is it the animal rhythm of the living there? The huts and houses, the streets of cities, the tables and chairs, and the drinking of tea and talking? Is it the peach ripening in summer heat on the bough? Is it the dead in the earth there?
Right on to the New Period vineyard arbors were the centre and chief ornament of all gardens.
Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, And so today the farmer shakes his head, More and more often sighing that his work, The labour of his hands, has come to naught.
Wine ... offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than possibly any other purely sensory thing which may be purchased.
Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
We hear of the conversion of water into wine at the marriage in Cana as of a miracle. But this conversion is, through the goodness of God, made every day before our eyes. Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, and which incorporates itself with the grapes, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.
Never give a sucker an even break.
Mankind does not drink alcohol because there are breweries, distilleries, and vineyards; men brew beer, distill spirits, and grow grapes because of the demand for alcoholic drinks.
No nation is drunken where wine is cheap.
If all be true that I do think, There are five reasons we should drink: Good wine - a friend - or being dry - Or lest we should be by and by - Or any other reason why.
When the wine is in, the wit is out.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.