Joe E. Lewis Quotes

You don't quite know how drunk you are until all of a sudden you're on the floor.

You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.

He's so full of alcohol, if you put a lighted wick in his mouth he'd burn for three days.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.

Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it.

I simply don't know how to act as if I am drunk.

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.

Alcohol gives you infinite patience for stupidity.

It pays to get drunk with the best people.

The worse you are at thinking, the better you are at drinking.

It's not a crime to get drunk.

A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.

Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.

Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is They, who prostrate lies, Without the power to drink or rise.

While I can't walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.

The piano has been drinking, not me.

You wanna get the truth out of me, get me hammered.

Come, for my part I will have only those glorious, manly pleasures of being very drunk, and very slovenly.

Drunkenness is the Touch Stone by which they try every man; and he that cannot or will not drink, has a mark set upon Him. He is abused behind his Back. He is hurt in his Property, and he is persecuted as far as the Power of Malice and Intemperance.

... the sin of drunkenness which is the root of all sins.

I've found for playing that it's generally not a good thing to be drinking.

I have never been drunk in my life, and I don't expect I ever will be.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .