Haste (n.) in willing to know is the scholar's disease: it robs him of the glorious calm that comes from every insight gained.
Haste (n.) is universal because everyone is fleeing himself: every moment of life has a message for us, and we drown the spirit's voice in noise.
Haste (n.) is universal because everyone is in flight from himself; universal too is its shy concealment, because everyone wants to seem content.
Haste (n.) of modern life means one no longer ponders deviant views — one contents oneself with hating them; everyone knows the land like a traveller from a railway carriage.
Haste (n.) of modern work throttles all culture: one thinks with a watch in hand, lives as if one might miss something, and virtue has come to consist of doing something faster than someone else.