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.

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.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

Drunkenness is the very sepulcher / Of man’s wit and his discretion.

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