There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.
There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. (Romeo and Juliet)
Slow as a snail.
Slow as molasses in January.
A snail’s pace.
We are not so much concerned if you are slow as when you come to a halt.
Slow but steady wins the race.
