The old pleasures were gone.

There was an insistent yearning to enjoy life as we once did and a heartbreaking obsession that some miracle of control would enable us to do it.

There was always one more attempt – and one more failure.

...we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm.

But am I to be consigned to a life where I shall be stupid, boring and glum, like some righteous people I see?

Yes, there is a substitute. It is a fellowship in Alcoholics Anonymous.

Your imagination will be fired. Life will mean something at last. The most satisfactory years of your existence lie ahead.

It may seem incredible that these men are to become happy, respected and useful once more.

A spiritual experience, he conceded, was absolutely necessary, but the price seemed high upon the basis suggested.

There was much talk about the mental state preceding the first drink.

But he had found God –and in finding God had found himself.

It became customary to set apart one night a week for a meeting to be attended by anyone or everyone interested in a spiritual way of life.

You forget that you have just now tapped a source of power much greater than yourself.

...more than half of those approached will become fellows of Alcoholics Anonymous.

God will constantly disclose more to you and to us.

Ask him in your morning meditation what you can do each day for the man who is still sick.

Abandon yourself to God as you understand God.

… We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit, and you will surely meet some of us as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.