Drink does not drown care but waters it, and makes it grow faster.

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

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.

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

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

As he brews, so shall he drink.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

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

That which the sober man keeps in his breast, the drunken man lets out at the lips. Astute people, when they want to ascertain a man’s true character, make him drunk.

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.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.