I crossed into alcoholism when I was about 25 because I was drinking every day.
The weakness of my flesh has prevented me from enjoying that communion with the human race that is engendered by alcohol; long before I could reach the state of intoxication that enables so many, more happily constituted, to look upon all men as their brothers, my stomach has turned upon me and I have been […]
When the hour is nigh me, Let me in a tavern die, With a tankard by me.
It is the unbroken testimony of all history that alcoholic liquors have been used by the strongest, wisest, handsomest, and in every way best races of all times.
Cider, I will not sip, It shall not pass my lip, Because it has made drunkards by the score. The Apples I will eat, But cider, hard or sweet, I will not touch, or taste, or handle more. (“A Child’s Vow”)
Seven beers followed by two Scotches and a thimble of marijuana and it’s funny how sleep comes all on its own.
We, the undersigned, recognizing the evils of drunkenness and resolved to check its alarming increase, with consequent poverty, misery and crime among our people, hereby solemnly pledge ourselves that we will not get drunk more than four times a year, viz., Fourth of July, Muster Day, Christmas Day, and Sheep-Sheering. (1820)
And I will see what physic the tavern affords. (Henry VI)
Horn, corn, wool, and yarn! (Scottish toast)
A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs.