My advice to people today is as follows: if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out.

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.

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

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.

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

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.

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