With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown.

Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.

No thing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Two of the hardest tests in life: The patience to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept whatever you encounter.

If I have ever made any valuable discoveries, it has been owning more to patient attention, than to any other talent.

Remember that you ought to behave in life as you would at a banquet. As something is being passed around it comes to you; stretch out your hand, take a portion of it politely. It passes on; do not detain it. Or it has not come to you yet; do not project your desire to meet it, but wait until it comes in front of you. So act toward children, so act toward a wife, so toward office, so toward wealth.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish.

Be patient with yourself. Self-growth is tender; it’s holy ground. There’s no greater investment.

The past is memory. The future is imagination. All that exists is now.

Your body is precious. It is our vehicle for awakening. Treat it with care.

Every moment is made glorious by the light of love.

There is nothing so absurd or ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher.

Take time to deliberate; but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go in.

All that is important in this moment is movement. Make the movement vital and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.

Life is short. Time is fast. No replay, no rewind. Enjoy every moment as it comes.

Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.

Life admits not of delays; when pleasure can be had, it is fit to catch it. Every hour takes away part of the things that please us, and perhaps part of our disposition to be pleased.