Einstein's law of time warps says that Everyting likes to live where it is going to age more slowly, and gravity pulls it there.

Nature’s kind trick is to make everything happen so slowly that we don’t get as scared as we should.

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

Slow good luck is best.

Nature always uses the simplest means to accomplish its effects.

The ideal place for me is the one in which it is most natural to live as a foreigner.

I live in a small city, and I prefer to dwell there that it may not become smaller still.

Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly — And things that meet each other slowly are kind.

More even than the work of the great architects, I loved buildings that grew silently with the centuries, catching and keeping the best of each generation, while time curbed the artist's pride and the Philistine's vulgarity, and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.

Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

Anything that lives forever gets bored.

Nature loves to hide.

I loved buildings that had grown silently with the centuries, catching the best of each generation while time curbed the artist's pride and the philistine's vulgarity and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.