Most popular alcohol quotes
In wine, there is the truth.
Alcohol is a make-you-stupid drug.
Lady Booze is a very cruel mistress.
Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.
Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
Civilization begins with distillation.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Alcohol is a good preservative for everything but brains.
Drink really promises you everything and gives you nothing.
Alcohol is an allergy of the body and an obsession of the mind.
I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.
Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
He has a profound respect for old age, Especially when it's bottled.
It's all right to drink like a fish - if you drink what a fish drinks.
Alcohol: A liquid good for preserving almost everything except secrets.
Two things only a man cannot hide: that he is drunk and that he is in love.
Alcoholism isn't a spectator sport. Eventually the whole family gets to play.
I lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Almost anything can be preserved in alcohol, except health, happiness, and money.
Even though you get the monkey off your back, the circus never really leaves town.
You must know your limitations. I drink a bottle of jack daniel's a day, that's mine.
Alcohol is the prince of liquids and carries the palate to its highest pitch of exaltation.
Our national drug is alcohol. We tend to regard the use of any other drug with special horror.
A word to those of you who are trying to drown your sorrow. Please be aware that sorrow knows how to swim.
I am prepared to believe that a dry martini slightly impairs the palate, but think what it does for the soul.
Office civilization could not be feasible without the hard take-offs and landings effected by coffee and alcohol.
Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up ONE MORE TIME. It will wait forever.
I often think of alcohol as a genie in a bottle. It promises everything but eventually imprisons you in the bottle itself.
Alcohol removes inhibitions, like that scared little mouse who got drunk and shook his whiskers and shouted: "Now bring on the damn cat!"
Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you just take the girl's clothes off.
No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.
Prohibition goes beyond the bounds of reason in that it attempts to control a man's appetite by legislation and makes crimes out of things that are not crimes.
Alcohol is a pervasive fact of life, but an extraordinary fact—pleasurable and destructive, anathematized and adulated, and deeply ambiguous...the genie in the bottle.
My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.
Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully.
The fun, joy, and humor dry up in a relationship when one of the partners is swimming in gin. To my way of thinking, it is selfishness personified to see life through the bottom of a liquor bottle.
The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature, usually crushed to earth by the cold facts and dry criticisms of the sober hour.
Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.
Whether or not the world would be vastly benefited by a total banishment from it of all intoxicating drinks seems not now an open question. Three-fourths of mankind confess the affirmative with their tongues, and I believe all the rest acknowledge it in their hearts.
The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature, usually crushed to earth by the cold facts and dry criticisms of the sober hour. Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes. It is in fact the great exciter of the Yes function in man. It brings its votary from the chill periphery of things to the radiant core. It makes him for the moment one with truth.