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.

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

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

My advice to people today is as follows: if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out.

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

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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.

Drink today and drown all sorrow; / You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow.

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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