Ere you lie down to sleep in the night, sit still awhile, and nurse again to life your gentler self. Forget the restless, noisy spirit of the day, and encourage to speech the soft voices within you that timidly whisper of the peace of the quiet night; and occasionally look out at the quiet stars. The night will soothe you like a tender mother, folding you against her soft bosom, and hiding you from the harm of the world.

In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

Remember what peace there may be in silence.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story.

Whether of not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.