“Everything is gestation and then birth. To let each inpression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in nderstanding as in creating.
In this there is no measuring with time, a year does not matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which does not force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come.”
“Letter to a young poet” – Reiner Maria Rilke