A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.

As dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to this folly.

Each year, one vicious habit rooted out, in time ought to make the worst man good.

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

The fixity of habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

The unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.