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.

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.

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.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.