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

Drink today and drown all sorrow; / You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow.

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

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.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

Moderation in all things.

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

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

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

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.

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

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.