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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.