Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift -- a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods.
You are a child of the universe.
Remember what peace there may be in silence.
In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
Whether of not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.