A man who exposes himself when he is intoxicated has not the art of getting drunk.

Moderation in all things.

Abstainer, n. A weak man who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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.

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren’t people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

The pleasure we hold in esteem for the course of our lives ought to have a greater share of our time dedicated to it; we should refuse no occasion nor omit any opportunity of drinking, and always have it in our minds.

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

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.