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

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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

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.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

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.

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

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.

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