Moderation in all things.

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.