Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.

Habits are behaviors that are repeated regularly and tend to occur subconsciously. Whether you realize it or not, your life has been, and will continue to be, created by your habits. If you don't control your habits your habits will control you.

Habit is a cable. We weave a thread of it every day, and at last we cannot break it.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Habit is a second nature.

Habits are the compound interest of self-improvement.

A small habit—when repeated consistently—grows into something significant.

The purpose of a habit is to remove that action from self-negotiation. You no longer expend energy deciding whether to do it. You just do it. Good habits can range from telling the truth to flossing.

Habit to us is given from above:
it is a substitute for happiness.

Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.

Habit is heaven's gift to us:
a substitute for happiness.

Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it every day, and at last we cannot break it.

L'habitude! aménageuse habile mais bien lente et qui commence par laisser souffrir notre esprit pendant des semaines dans une installation provisoire; mais que malgré tout il est bien heureux de trouver, car sans l'habitude et réduit à ses seuls moyens il serait impuissant à nous rendre un logis habitable.

Habit is thus the enormous fly-wheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. It alone is what keeps us all within the bounds of ordinance, and saves the children of fortune from the envious uprisings of the poor.