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“With the clock ticking like it is, I do not have time for anger, resentment, or self-pity. Time is far too precious.”

“One night, in a moment of desperation, I got down on my knees and remembered a prayer an old sponsor had given me. It said, ‘God, help me be of service ... to something or someone...’ I knew intuitively it was the answer.”

“The temptations of riches could sometimes be worse than the pains of poverty.”

“Seeing my defects is not enough to make them improve or go away -- the solution seems to be following awareness with action.”

“How does one tune in to the Higher Power? The answer I have learned from AA is to recharge my spiritual battery every day -- ‘you can’t pull today’s load with yesterday’s horse.’”

“I found I had to exert every ounce of will and action to cut off these faulty emotional dependencies upon people, upon AA, indeed, upon any set of circumstances whatever. Then only could I be free to love.”

“As I continue to struggle, I think of the words of an old-timer in my area. No matter what the topic, he always finishes sharing with the words, ‘and I haven’t had a drink today.’ Remembering his words never fails to bring to my mind the words ‘experience, strength, and hope.’”

“A new spiritual awakening can come at every meeting.”

“One day leads to the next, no matter how unhappy I choose to be.”

“A leader in AA service is ... a man (or a woman) who can personally put principles, plans and policies into such dedicated and effective action that the rest of us want to back him up and help him with his job.”

“First Things First. That’s a real gem.”

“Only by accepting my powerlessness over alcohol did I begin to discover the powers that alcohol had obliterated: God, health, truth, love, nature, fellowship, humor, creativity, and even simple daily kindness.”

“My anger served as an iron shield, and I refused to remove it for fear God would send me still more pain.”

“To be teachable, I had to be reachable.”

“This process of identification and transmission has gone on and on. The skid rower said he was different. Even more loudly the socialite (or Park Avenue stumble bum) said the same -- so did the arts and the professions, the rich, the poor, the religious, the agnostics, the Indians and the Eskimos, the veterans and the prisoners. “But nowadays all of these, and legions more, soberly talk about how very much alike all of us alcoholics are when we all admit that the chips are finally down; when we see that it is really a question of do or die in our world wide Fellowship of ‘the comon suffering and the common deliverance.’”