Life is like a 1,000 page book. You want to quit halfway through, but then you realise you have a lot left to look forward to.
He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
A man, who realises the potential of his mind by means of introspection and contemplation, he does not lack self-confidence. He has control over his mind and he is able to realise its full potential
