Complicated social litter and uncontrolled speed pulls us apart, not waiting.

Time cannot be tamed, but one can make it a companion, not a thief that steals the minutes, the hours, the days away.

We can change the tempo and the fibre of our time; slowing down to gather pace.

Being very busy does not guarantee being clever busy.

Impatience is an almost incurable affliction, but waiting is an art form.

The finest moments are those that are slowed down and which linger.

Gradualism without purpose is just an energy sap. Either there is a need to slow down or there isn’t.

Speed is the single most recurring cause for fixing the wrong problems really well.

Do not mistake ‘stillness’ for nothingness.