No personal calamity is so crushing that something true and great can't be made of it

Almost without exception alcoholics are tortured by loneliness.

The temporary good is enemy to the permanent best.

We will see that our new attitude toward liquor has been given to us without any thought or effort on our part. It just comes! That is the miracle of it.

Because of our kinship in suffering, our channels of contact have always been charged with the language of the heart.

Nowadays my brain no longer races compulsively in either elation, grandiosity, or depression. I have been given a quiet place in bright sunshine.

The good is the enemy of the best.