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

Drugs, cataplasms, and whiskey are stupid substitutes for the dignity and potency of divine mind and its efficacy to heal.

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

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

A true German can’t stand the French, / Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

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.

Thanks be to God: since my leaving drinking of wine, I do find myself much better and do mind my business better, and do spend less money, and less time lost in idle company.

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.

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

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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