“You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your praises. Here’s to beer, here’s to cheer, here’s to beer.”

By the grace of God and with His help, I shall one day be a Liszt in technique and a Mozart in composition

I am not ashamed to reply to you in my mother tongue, however imperfectly, and am glad to be able to show that my fatherland means more to me than anything else

To make them all lovers of beer.

I suspect states are going to realize there’s money to be made, and they’ll start to change laws so people can distil to sell. It happened with wine, it happened with beer.

If in 1989 I said, ‘I have an idea: Bottle water and sell it. And charge more than a beer,’ they would have chased me around with a giant butterfly net. The same with paying to watch a television station.

I’ve never read anything about heroin where, yeah, it’s a good experience, and you can do it for 20 years and enjoy it, like having a cold beer. It doesn’t work that way with heroin.

Except I knew I had a good voice and I could always get a couple of beers off of it. All of a sudden someone threw me in this rock ‘n’ roll band.

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer.

All my life I just wanted to be a beatnik. Meet all the heavies, get stoned, get laid, have a good time. That’s all I ever wanted.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.