The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

All the crimes on earth do not destroy so many of the human race nor alienate so much property as drunkenness.

Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

Of all calamities this is the greatest.

The smaller the drink the clearer the head.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.

O God that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy pleas-ance revel and applause transform ourselves into beasts!