Of all ebriosity, who does not prefer to be intoxicated by the air he breathes?
Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.
Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes. Not through mere perversity do men run after it.
Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
Drunkenness is temporary suicide.
Drunkenness does not create vice; it merely brings it into view.
Thirst teaches all animals to drink, but drunkenness belongs only to man.
If merely 'feeling good' could decide, drunkenness would be the supremely valid human experience.
If the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.
Drinking is an art, not a sport. You make it a sport, you're dead in the water, you lose everything. It'll kill you, I tell you.
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
Unrecognized alcoholism is the ruling pathology among writers and intellectuals.
The attempt to make the consumption of beer criminal is as silly and as futile as if you passed a law to send a man to jail for eating cucumber salad.
In my head I am in one of those Buddhist caves where you see a thousand Buddha faces on the wall. In my head I am on my seventeen-year-old acid trip, when I saw my personas fall one minute after another, as if I was dying every moment.
There is nothing contemptible about an intoxicated man - if it is nothing more than a bookful of words or a roomful of notes that he has got drunk on.
Let's go and get drunk on light again - it has the power to console.
If any young man wants to be a true temperance man let him go and get the delirium tremens, that'll settle it.
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.
Prohibition may be a disputed theory, but none can say that it doesn't hold water.
The few bad poems which occasionally are created during abstinence are of no great interest.
The artist should be intoxicated with the idea of the thing he wants to express.
While I was an addict, I didn't write anything. I didn't have the attention span or the will.
Who could have foretold, from the structure of the brain, that wine could derange its functions?
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
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