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.

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

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

Thanks be to God: since my leaving drinking of wine, I do find myself much better and do mind my business better, and do spend less money, and less time lost in idle company.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.