Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations—wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

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

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.