If you were to ask me if I’d ever had the bad luck to miss my daily cocktail, I’d have to say that I doubt it; where certain things are concerned, I plan ahead.

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.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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

There are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.

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.

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

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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.

I am sure of this: that if everybody was to drink their bottle a day, there would not be half the disorders in the world there are now.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

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

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