“Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.”

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.

If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.

She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.

Affluence means influence.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

Wouldn’t it be terrible if I quoted some reliable statistics which prove that more people are driven insane through religious hysteria than by drinking alcohol.

Alcoholic: anybody who drinks more than I do.

I have been advised by the best medical authority, at my age, not to attempt to give up alcohol.

I don’t drink anymore, on the other hand I don’t drink any less either.

I only drink to steady my nerves, sometimes I’m so steady I don’t move for months.

I spent half my money on gambling, alcohol and wild women. The other half I wasted.

Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol.

Everybody’s got to believe in something. I believe I’ll have another beer.