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.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.