Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
—Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron) (1788–1824) English Romantic Poet
Whether a party can have much success without a woman present I must ask others to decide, but one thing is certain, no party is any fun unless seasoned with folly.
—Desiderius Erasmus (c.1469–1536) Dutch Humanist, Scholar
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
—Charles Lamb (1775–1834) British Essayist, Poet
Drink, and dance and laugh and lie, love the reeling midnight through, for tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
—Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) American Humorist, Journalist
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined; no sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
—Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron) (1788–1824) English Romantic Poet
It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.
—E. B. White (1985–99) American Essayist, Humorist
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.
—Walt Whitman (1819–92) American Poet, Essayist, Journalist, American, Poet, Essayist, Journalist
Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.
—Jean Paul (1763–1825) German Novelist, Humorist
Enjoyed it! One more drink and I’d have been under the host.
—Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) American Humorist, Journalist
Never celebrate until you are really out of the woods. They might be behind the last tree.
—Unknown
At every party there are two kinds of people—those who want to go home and those who don’t. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.
—Ask Ann Landers (1918–2002) American Advice Columnist
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
—Walt Whitman (1819–92) American Poet, Essayist, Journalist, American, Poet, Essayist, Journalist
When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet.
—Stanislaw Jerzy Lec (1909–1966) Polish Aphorist, Poet
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