Rainer Maria Rilke (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926)
For the things whose essential life you want to express, begin by asking, “Are you free? Are you prepared to devote all your love to me? And if the thing sees that you are preoccupied, with even a mere particle of your interest, it shuts itself up again: it may perhaps give you a counter-sign, it may make a little, faintly friendly sign but it refuses to give you its heart, to disclose to you its patient being, its sweet constancy that makes it so like the constellations. If a thing is to speak to you, you must regard it for a certain time as the only one that exists, as the one and only phenomenon, which, thanks to your laborious and exclusive love, is one placed at the center of the Universe, and there, in that incomparable place, is this day attended by the Angels.