From Long Day's Journey Into Night
[Edmund has just recited a piece of poetry
] You recite it well... Who wrote it?
] Never heard of him. Where you get your taste in authors...
[Motioning to Edmund's bookshelves
] This damned library of yours: Voltaire and Rousseau and Schopenhauer. And Ibsen... Atheists, fools and madmen! And your poet, this... "Baudelaire." And Swinburne, and Oscar Wilde. Whitman and Poe... Whoremongers and degenerates! When I've got three good sets of Shakespeare there you can read...
They say he was a souse, too.