Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
The regularity of a habit is generally in proportion to its absurdity.
Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.
The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.
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