Wine is like rain: when it falls on the mire it but makes it the fouler, But when it strikes the good soil wakes it to beauty and bloom.

Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.

The secret of drunkenness is, that it insulates us in thought, whilst it unites us in feeling.

Under a bad cloak there is often a good drinker.

Long quaffing maketh a short life.

Wine gives a man nothing. It neither gives him knowledge nor wit; it only animates a man, and enables him to bring out what a dread of the company has repressed.

We drink one another's healths and spoil our own.

Malt does more than Milton can, To justify God's ways to man.

What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.

Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Drunkenness doesn't create vices, but it brings them to the fore.

In wine there is truth.

When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.

Candy Is dandy But liquor Is quicker.

Water taken in moderation cannot hurt anybody

Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There an't much credit in that.

From the cradle to the coffin underwear comes first.

She is dressed to feel dangerous, perfumed to exude suggestions of nights in Babylon, and painted to drive men insane. How can she possibly avoid facing up to the terrible chasm between dream and reality when, in this musky state of mind, she must sit at a formica bar and squeeze mustard out of a plastic bottle?

Drink took to me, said Simple. Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.