A Drone asked a Snail how it had the patience to journey so slowly. The Snail answered that the Drone leaves no mark of its passing.
While alive, live well.
It chanced that a drone observed a snail labouring his tedious journey with tardy pace: “I marvel,” said the drone, “how you have patience to drag on at that slow rate, whilst I can pass swiftly through the air, and go miles to your inches.”
“It is very true,” answered the snail, “you certainly do make a thousand times the speed that I can; but remember, that your swift journey leaves no mark or memorial behind, to show that you ever had existence; while I, though slow, leave behind me a shining record of my path.”
Few take care to live well, but many to live long; though it is in every body’s power to do the former, but in no man’s command to do the latter. J. N.