As he brews, so shall he drink.

Sex and drugs and rock and roll.

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

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

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

A true German can’t stand the French, / Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations—wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.

Abstainer, n. A weak man who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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.

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

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.

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.