Quotes About Revelry

Apologies, one loses perspective after spending a week in a brothel.

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.")

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

For the world called to the heart, which stammered to reply; life, and love, and revelry, and, most falsely, hope, called the forgetful, the human heart. Only the soul, obsessed with the journey it had made, and had still to make, pursued its mysterious and dreadful end; and carried, heavy with weeping and bitterness, the heart along.

It's good for a man to get drunk once in a while. It releases all the evil spirits.

All worries are less with wine.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

I am for wine and the embrace of questionable women.

It's amazing to see places like Madison Square Garden on the schedule again.

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

I would do nearly anything for a laugh, to tell the truth. And I'm a particular favourite with young men with earrings.

Meanwhile, as the party ascended to ever dizzier alcoholic altitudes...

For when the wine is in, the wit is out.

The New Year is probably the biggest celebration in Russia.

I had one of the best nights of my life at Mardi Gras.

I have had my fair share of nights out.

If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.

I want to dance, laugh, eat pink cakes, yellow cakes, drink thin, sharp wine. Or an indecent story, now - I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.

No matter how many times we read King Lear, never shall we find the good king banging his tankard in high revelry, all woes forgotten, at a jolly reunion with all three daughters and their lapdogs. Never will Emma rally, revived by the sympathetic salts in Flaubert's father's timely tear. Whatever evolution this or that popular character has gone through between the book covers, his fate is fixed in our minds...

Take me down to the bar! We'll drink breakfast together!

Half an hour later, the dancing and the liquor and the sweet, heady rush of being eighteen had filled them both with a feverish flush.

A quei tempi era sempre festa.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters.... But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.