Beer Appreciation Quotes

I have respect for beer.

Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world.

Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.

Engineers love pretending to be beer snobs.

I consider myself an authority on drinking beer.

Where does one not find that bland degeneration which beer produces in the spirit!

So popular is beer, the world's best-selling alcoholic drink, that it is often taken for granted. Yet scientific analysis shows that a glass of beer has within it as many aromas and flavors as fine wine. Not everyone understands this, but an increasing number of people do.

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning.

Good ale, the true and proper drink of Englishmen. He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is good ale.

I'm not a great beer drinker, but I do like Butcombe, probably because it's made of good Somerset water.

Beer is such an integral part of the Indian culture.

No sane person, I hope, would accuse me of saying that every Distributist must drink beer; especially if he could brew his own cider or found claret better for his health. But I do most emphatically scorn and scout the vulgar refinement that regards beer as something unseemly and humiliating. And I would shout the name of beer a hundred times a day, to shock all the snobs who have so shameful a sense of shame.

You gotta be think'n Sam Adams, not drink'n Sam Adams

To clink glasses of a freshly made, seasonal beer, preferably in a pub or garden, with friends and perhaps new acquaintances, is a ritual that makes every participant feel good. We may not rationalize this at the time, but it gives us a sense of place in our common community and our time in the tides of life on earth. This is a way to value beer and treat it with respect.

Beer, well respected and rightly consumed, can be a gift of God. It is one of his mysteries, which it was his delight to conceal and the glory of kings to search out. And men enjoy it to mark their days and celebrate their moments and stand with their brothers in the face of what life brings.

Give a man a beer, waste an hour. Teach a man to brew, and waste a lifetime!

The Rat, meanwhile, was busy examining the label on one of the beer-bottles. "I perceive this to be Old Burton," he remarked approvingly. "Sensible Mole! The very thing! Now we shall be able to mull some ale. Get the things ready, Mole, while I draw the corks."

It is a growing process. You can't just like beer. You have to start somewhere and learn the different flavors.

I've actually tasted the beer; it's quite nice. It's called Samuel Smith, which is my actual name. It's good beer. Maybe that's my favorite.

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

There is no such thing as a bad beer. It's that some taste better than others.

I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.

I had this beer brewed just for me. I think its the best I ever tasted. And I've tasted a lot. I think you'll like it too.

Most people hate the taste of beer - to begin with. It is, however, a prejudice that many people have been able to overcome.

Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?