It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.
The haste of a fool is the slowest thing in the world.
You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she will always hurry back.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. (Romeo and Juliet)
The trouble with life in the fast lane is that you get to the other end in an awful hurry.
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly. (Macbeth)
One of the most pernicious effects of haste is obscurity.
Commonly we stride through the out-of-doors too swiftly to see more than the most obvious and prominent things. For observing nature, the best pace is a snail’s pace.
He that too early aspires to honors must resolve to encounter not only the opposition of interest, but the malignity of envy. He that is too eager to be rich generally endangers his fortune in wild adventures and uncertain projects; and he that hastens too speedily to reputation often raises his character by artifices and […]
When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.