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

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

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.

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.

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.