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

Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes.

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.

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

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

Life isn’t all beer and skittles, but beer and skittles, or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman’s education.

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.

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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.

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

Moderation in all things.

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

There was a great deal of drinking among us but little drunkenness. We all seemed to feel that Prohibition was a personal affront and that we had a moral duty to undermine it.