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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

Life isn’t all beer and skittles, but beer and skittles, or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman’s education.

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

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.

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

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