Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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

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.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations—wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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