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

Drugs, cataplasms, and whiskey are stupid substitutes for the dignity and potency of divine mind and its efficacy to heal.

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

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.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

To live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient for human beings; we need to transcend, transport, escape; we need meaning, understanding, and explanation.

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.

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

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

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.