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.
Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!
I do not see what use a man can be put to, whose word cannot be trusted. How can a wagon be made to go if it has no yoke-bar, or a carriage if it has no collar-bar?
The answer to anxiety must come in two parts: dealing with anxiety when it suddenly rears its head in panic attacks and also healing its underlying causes.
If you want to be incrementally better: Be competitive. If you want to be exponentially better: Be cooperative.
