Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feeling and our manners, and rules us with the imperious hand of a despot

We do everything by custom, even believe by it; our very axioms, let us boast of free-thinking as we may, are oftenest simply such beliefs as we have never heard questioned.

What is philosophy but a continual battle against custom?

Custom is the plague of wise men and the idol of fools.

Custom is the principle magistrate of man's life.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.