Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments

Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services.

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

The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains.

The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.