The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.
We would willingly, and without remorse, sacrifice not only the present moment, but all the interval (no matter how long) that separates us from any favorite object.
Impatience is a quality sudden, eager and insatiable, which grasps at all, and admits of no delay; scorning to wait Gods leisure, and attend humbly and dutifully upon the issues of His wise and just Providence.
Such is our impatience, such our hatred of procrastination, in everything but the amendment of our practices and the adornment of our nature, one would imagine we were dragging Time along by force, and not he us.