Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes.

A true German can’t stand the French, / Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

People who’ve drunk neat wine don’t care a damn.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.

I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

There was a great deal of drinking among us but little drunkenness. We all seemed to feel that Prohibition was a personal affront and that we had a moral duty to undermine it.

Life isn’t all beer and skittles, but beer and skittles, or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman’s education.

It is impossible to live pleasurably without living wisely, well, and justly, and impossible to live wisely, well, and justly without living pleasurably.

Moderation in all things.

Drunkenness is the very sepulcher / Of man’s wit and his discretion.

As far as I can see, the history of experimental art in the twentieth century is intimately bound up with the experience of intoxification.

Drinking with women is as unnatural as scolding with ’em.