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

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

Habits are like a cable. We weave a strand of it every day and soon it cannot be broken.

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.

The beginning of a habit is like an invisible thread, but every time we repeat the act we strengthen the strand, add to it another filament, until it becomes a great cable and binds us irrevocably, thought and act.” — ORISON SWETT MARDEN

HABIT, n. A shackle for the free.

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.

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.

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

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

Habit is stronger than nature.

Yet habit — strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish? — Gayer

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 the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.