in defense of alcohol

Teetolism does not make for human happiness; it makes for the dull, idiotic happiness of the barnyard. The men who do things in the world, the men worthy of admiration and imitation, are men constitutionally incapable of such pecksniffian stupidity. Their ideal is not a safe life, but a full life; they do not try to follow the canary bad in the cage, but the eagle in the air. And in particular they do not flee from shadows and bugaboos. The alcohol myth is such a bugaboo. The sort of man it scares is the sort of man whose chief mark is that he is always scared.

Mencken in Damn!

Waiter, please make it a double on rocks!