To be an artist is this: not to count or to reckon: to ripen like a tree which does not force its sap, but in the storms of spring stands confident without being afraid that afterwards no summer may come. The summer comes all right. But it only comes to the patient, to those who are there as carefree and quiet and immense, as if eternity lay before
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God says, “If you plant the seed, I will make the tree.”
Jim Rohn • My Philosophy for Successful Living
because you can’t see the something above ground doesn’t mean it’s not growing underneath.
Vic Johnson • 52 Mondays: The One Year Path To Outrageous Success & Lifelong Happiness
That is the kind of plant you are, displaying fruit too soon, and the winter will kill you.” —EPICTETUS, DISCOURSES, 4.8.35b–37