Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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

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.

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.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

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

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.

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.