Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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

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

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.

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.