Yet habit — strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish? — Gayer - Herman Melville

His duty he always faithfully did; but duty is sometimes a dry obligation, and he was for irrigating its aridity whensoever possible with a fertilizing decoction of strong waters.

How I snuffed that Tartar air! — how I spurned that turnpike earth! — that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records.

In armies, navies, cities, or families, in nature herself, nothing more relaxes good order than misery.