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.

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

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

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

A true German can’t stand the French, / Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

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.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

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

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.

Moderation in all things.

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.

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