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

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.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.