The temporary good is enemy to the permanent best.

We admitted we were powerless over alcohol-that our lives had become unmanageable. We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves would restore us to sanity.

The good is the enemy of the best.

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

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

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.

For the wise have always known that no one can make much of his life until self-searching has become a regular habit, until he is able to admit and accept what he finds, and until he patiently and persistently tries to correct what is wrong.