Whether it is a hangover, headache or sickness, even the worst of mornings become happy and cute when I think of friends like you.
Every bad karma has a remedy – compassion, meditation, chanting, and charity.
Karma’s just sharpening her nails and finishing her drink. She says, she’ll be with you shortly.
Some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whiskey.
I feel like girls who drink whisky tell good stories.
It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.
I don’t drink and drive. I could live with killing myself but I couldn’t live with killing someone else.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.
Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.
The discovery of penicillin was a triumph of accident, a fortunate occurrence that happened while I was working on a purely academic bacteriological problem.
If penicillin can cure those that are ill, Spanish sherry can bring the dead back to life.
Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.
There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.
Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.
I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.
Hospitals should be arranged in such a way as to make being sick an interesting experience. One learns a great deal sometimes from being sick.
Alcohol is temporary fun with permanent consequences.