Custom is petrification; nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.
Oh, the times! Oh, the customs!
We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains – chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment – in a word, Circumstance – and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.
The old ways are the safest and surest ways.
Have a place for everything and keep the thing somewhere else. This is not advice, it is merely custom.
The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow – so arbitrary are these transient laws.
Custom does often reason overrule. And only serves for reason to the fool.
Custom is the plague of wise men and the idol of fools.
Ancient custom has the force of law.
Men will sooner surrender their rights than their customs.