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

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.

People who’ve drunk neat wine don’t care a damn.

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

The pleasure we hold in esteem for the course of our lives ought to have a greater share of our time dedicated to it; we should refuse no occasion nor omit any opportunity of drinking, and always have it in our minds.

That which the sober man keeps in his breast, the drunken man lets out at the lips. Astute people, when they want to ascertain a man’s true character, make him drunk.

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

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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

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.

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.

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