There's a time for all things.

I have all the patience in the world about Sirens. For me it's not a Grateful Dead project, it's a Me project.

A jug fills drop by drop.

The greatest prayer is patience.

The cuckoos remain silent for a long time (for several seasons) until they are able to sing sweetly (in the Spring) so as to give joy to all.

Without patience, we will learn less in life. We will see less. We will feel less. We will hear less. Ironically, rush and more usually mean less.