Lapham’s Quarterly

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

Alcohol is the monarch of liquids.

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

Drunkenness is the very sepulcher / Of man’s wit and his discretion.

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.

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

The drunken man is a living corpse.

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

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.

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