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.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

Abstainer, n. A weak man who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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

Drinking with women is as unnatural as scolding with ’em.