I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.

We take a drink only for the sake of the benediction.

I drink to separate my body from my soul.

If we are to be happy, decent and secure of our souls: drink some kind of fermented liquor with one's food; go on the water from time to time; dance on occasions, and sing in a chorus...

We drink to enjoy. The Scottish drink to die.

I drink booze, I smoke, and I'm hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I'm not physically repressed!

Bad people live that they may eat and drink, whereas good people eat and drink that they may live.

I found some consolation or narcotic. Sometimes it was a woman, sometimes a good friend — yes, you too once helped me that way — at other times it was music or applause in the theater. But now these things no longer give me pleasure and that is why I drink. I could never sing without first having a couple of drinks, but now I can also not think, talk, live and feel tolerably well without first having a couple of drinks.

Piję, by uczynić ludzi bardziej interesującym.

With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.

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

Only when we drink poison are we well.

Resentment, anger, jealousy, pain, hurt, and depression are poisons that you drink but expect someone else to die. Life does not work that way. Most people take lifetimes to understand this simple truth.

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.