"There is no measuring of time there, a year there has no meaning, and ten years are nothing. To be an artist means; not to recken and count; to ripen like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without fear lest no summer might come after. It does come, but only to the patient ones. . . . Patience is all!" 

--Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet