Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
It is my design to die in the brew house; let ale be placed in my mouth when I am expiring, that when the choirs of angels come, they may say, “Be God propitious to this drinker.”
I'd like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings. I would like to be watching Heaven's family drinking it through all eternity.
--St. Brigid of Ireland
"From man's sweat and God's love, beer came into the world."