The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
We only really know what is new, what suddenly introduces to our sensibility a change of tone which strikes us, that for which habit has not yet substituted its pale fac-similes.
The regularity of a habit is generally in proportion to its absurdity.
The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it, and habit fills up what remains