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.

A man who exposes himself when he is intoxicated has not the art of getting drunk.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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.

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

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