And though behind you lies a road of dust and heat and discouragement, and before you the challenge and uncertainty of untried paths, in this brief hour you are master of all highways, and the universe nestles in your soul.

You are a child of the universe.

May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as will keep me friendly with myself.

Be cheerful . Strive to be happy.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

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, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.