I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

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

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.

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.

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

Moderation in all things.

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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.

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

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.

People who’ve drunk neat wine don’t care a damn.

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