An old man is twice a child, and so is a drunken man.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Moderation in all things.

Modern life is often a mechanical oppression, and liquor is the only mechanical relief.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

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

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

That which the sober man keeps in his breast, the drunken man lets out at the lips. Astute people, when they want to ascertain a man’s true character, make him drunk.