Moderation in all things.

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

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

Drinking with women is as unnatural as scolding with ’em.

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

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.

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.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

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

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.