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

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.

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

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.

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

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

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.

Abstainer, n. A weak man who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.

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.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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.