quote by Robert Burns

I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.

— Robert Burns

Cheerful Bacchus quotations

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

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The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night.

In Belgium, the magistrate has the dignity of a prince, but by Bacchus, it is true that the brewer is king.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.


Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

Bacchus, n.: A convenient deity invented by the ancients as an excuse for getting drunk.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul.

Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.


Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine

In the worship of Bacchus, we have sacrificed too freely.

... Why not consecrate ourselves to the queen of the Camelias, and revel in the warm stream of sympathy that flows from her altar? In the liquid amber within the ivory-porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius.

Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain.

Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.


What are all the orgies of Bacchus when compared to the intoxication of someone who completely surrenders to continence!

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

The pinecone is a fearsome tool of destruction! -Bacchus

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat's 'purple-stained mouth,' or perhaps even of Homer's dangerously wine-dark sea.


Entertain me, heroes of Olympus. Give me a reason to do more." Bacchus to Percy and Jason

Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.

Theseus made unscrupulous use of Ariadne (whom he left on an island where Bacchus later found her-I always think that really meant she took to drink, poor girl).

The construction of temples of the Ionic order to Juno, Diana, Father Bacchus, and the other gods of that kind, will be in keeping with the middle position which they hold; for the building of such will be an appropriate combination of the severity of the Doric and the delicacy of the Corinthian.

Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever," the god said.


Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.

Wine give strenght to weary men. and And wine can of their wits the wise beguile. Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. and Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, Dry up in law; the muses smell of wine. and No poem was ever written by a drinker of water. and Bacchus opens the gate of the heart. and Might to inspire new hopes and powerful To drown the bitterness of cares.

(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.

Who gives to Aristaeus honey; Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous?

The most distinguished merit of those two officers was their respective prowess, of the one in the combats of Bacchus, of the other in those of Venus.


If anyone decided to call the sea Neptune, and corn Ceres, and to misapply the name of Bacchus rather than to give liquor its right name, so be it; and let him dub the round world "Mother of the Gods" so long as he is careful not really to infest his mind with base superstitions.

Answer my question, Bacchus. I’m not one of your dickless Greeks to be kept waiting for an answer. (Camulus) You better take a more civil tone with me, Cam. I’m not one of your flaccid Celts to shake in terror of your wrath. You want to fight, boy, bring it on. (Dionysus) Whoa, hang on a second. Let’s save the fighting for when you two take over the world, okay? (Styxx)