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

Whoever gulps down wine as a horse gulps down water is called a Scythian.

Drink today and drown all sorrow; / You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow.

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient for human beings; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation.

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

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

Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

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.

Drink does not drown care but waters it, and makes it grow faster.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.