If you drink much from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.
I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!
Drunkenness, for example, is temporary suicide; the happiness that it brings is merely negative, a momentary cessation of unhappiness.
Drink moderately; for drunkenness neither keeps a secret nor observes a promise.
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.
But it does seem the more we drink the better the words go.
An American monkey, an Ateles, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus was wiser than many men.
A man who can’t enjoy a drink isn’t a man at all.
