In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

Sometimes a journey forced is a journey wrecked.

I can rush off a cliff or I can build a bridge across it. And if you look around, we seem to be awfully light on bridges these days because we’re incredibly limited on patience.

If the only thing that I can focus on is the conclusion of a matter, there’s a good chance that I haven’t devised a way to bring a conclusion to the matter.

To wait is to wisely resign myself to the fact that my ‘timetable’ is too often a ‘table’ with two legs that won’t stand up no matter how much ‘time’ I give it.