you are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it's own secret
Rainer Maria RilkeMay I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that stream down my face make me more radiant: may my hidden weeping bloom.... How we waste our afflictions!... [T]hey're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine yearโ; not only a seasonโ: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.
Rainer Maria RilkeWhat we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things
Rainer Maria Rilke