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

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.

Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

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

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.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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

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.

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

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

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