A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to 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.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.

Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me