There are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.

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

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.

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

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

Moderation in all things.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Modern life is often a mechanical oppression, and liquor is the only mechanical relief.

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.