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Custom is the universal sovereign.
The way of the world is to make laws, but fellow customs.
Custom is often only the antiquity of error.
Custom may lead a man into many errors, but it justifies none.
Custom is the law of fools.
Choose always the way that seems best, however rough it may be, and custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.
Custom doth make dotards of us all.
There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.
As the world leads, we follow.
Men commonly think according to their inclinations, speak according to their learning and imbibed opinion, but generally act according to custom.
In this great society wide lying around us, a critical analysis would find very few spontaneous actions. It is almost all custom and gross sense.
The influence of custom is incalculable; dress a boy as a man, and he will at once change his conception of him self.
New customs, though they be never so ridiculous, nay, let them be unmanly, yet are followed.
There are not unfrequently substantial reasons underneath for customs that appear to us absurd.
Custom is the law of one description of fools, and fashion of another; but the two parties often clash, for precedent is the legislator of the first, and novelty of the last.
Be not so bigoted to any custom as to worship it at the expense of truth.
The custom and fashion of to-day will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow so arbitrary are these transient laws.
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feelings and our manners and rules the world with the hand of a despot.
O follow foolish precedents, and wink with both our eyes, is easier than to think.
Immemorial custom is transcendent law.
The despotism of custom is on the wane. We are not content to know that things are; we ask whether they ought to be.
Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate in all things ruled, mind, body, and estate.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour’d in the breach than the observance.
Pindar.
The way of the world is to make laws, but fellow customs.
Montaigne.
Custom is often only the antiquity of error.
Cyprian.
Custom may lead a man into many errors, but it justifies none.
Fielding.
Custom is the law of fools.
Vanbrugh.
Choose always the way that seems best, however rough it may be, and custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.
Pythagoras.
Custom doth make dotards of us all.
Carlyle.
There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.
Bovee.
As the world leads, we follow.
Seneca.
Men commonly think according to their inclinations, speak according to their learning and imbibed opinion, but generally act according to custom.
Bacon.
In this great society wide lying around us, a critical analysis would find very few spontaneous actions. It is almost all custom and gross sense.
Emerson.
The influence of custom is incalculable; dress a boy as a man, and he will at once change his conception of him self.
B.St. John.
New customs, though they be never so ridiculous, nay, let them be unmanly, yet are followed.
Shakespeare.
There are not unfrequently substantial reasons underneath for customs that appear to us absurd.
C.Bronte.
Custom is the law of one description of fools, and fashion of another; but the two parties often clash, for precedent is the legislator of the first, and novelty of the last.
Colton.
Be not so bigoted to any custom as to worship it at the expense of truth.
Zimmerman.
The custom and fashion of to-day will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow so arbitrary are these transient laws.
Dumas.
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feelings and our manners and rules the world with the hand of a despot.
J.Bartlett.
O follow foolish precedents, and wink with both our eyes, is easier than to think.
Cowper.
Immemorial custom is transcendent law.
Menu.
The despotism of custom is on the wane. We are not content to know that things are; we ask whether they ought to be.
J.S. Mill.
Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate in all things ruled, mind, body, and estate.
Crabbe.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honour’d in the breach than the observance.
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