Ram Dass

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

Our whole spiritual transformation brings us to the point where we realize in our own being, we are enough.

Compound for sins they are inclined to by damning those they have no mind to.

When you’re first figuring yourself out, you care so much about what people think of you.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

Let us not be too particular; it is better to have old secondhand diamonds than none at all.

The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes.

The power which resides in man is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

Men on their side must force themselves for a while to lay their notions by and begin to familiarize themselves with facts.

Democracy is a form of government that substitutes election by the incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few.

Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.

Ahh, that mountain of self-discovery. Every time you have reached the summit, the clouds clear and you see there is still a ways to go. Don’t look up with thoughts of despair; thinking how much further do I have to go?! Take a moment and look back to see how far you have come. Don’t lose sight of your accomplishments, and focus on the continued commitment to self-discovery and development.

The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book.

It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.

I finished my first book seventy-six years ago. I offered it to every publisher on the English-speaking earth I had ever heard of. Their refusals were unanimous: and it did not get into print until, fifty years later; publishers would publish anything that had my name on it.

We are prisoners of ideas.

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.