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

An old man is twice a child, and so is a drunken man.

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.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

There was a great deal of drinking among us but little drunkenness. We all seemed to feel that Prohibition was a personal affront and that we had a moral duty to undermine it.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.

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

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

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

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

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.