Do nothing in haste; look well to each step; and from the beginning think what may be the end.
Take time for all things: great haste makes great waste.
Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.
Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay; falsehood by haste and uncertainty.
Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
Let us not, in the eagerness of our haste to educate, forget all the ends of education.
Take time for deliberation. Haste spoils everything.
Wishing you happiness always! Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. . . . . Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive.
We have to slow the rhythm of rush in our lives so that the best of who are can emerge.
But just as haste and restlessness are typical of our present-day life, so change also takes place more rapidly than before. This applies to change in the relationships between nations as it does to change within an individual nation.
A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life as in a book. Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping. Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe, not of the cars.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
There is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honors too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.
Quick enough, if good enough.
No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
You've got to make haste while it's still light of day.
Error is ever the sequence of haste.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!
We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
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