As he brews, so shall he drink.

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

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

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

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.

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

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.

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

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren’t people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

People who’ve drunk neat wine don’t care a damn.

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.

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

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.