Festina lente.

Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is on the contrary born of a vague fear that we are wasting our life. When we do not do the one thing that we ought to do, we have no time for anything else—we are the busiest people in the world.

Though I am always in haste, I am never in a hurry.

Haste makes waste.