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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

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.

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

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