Custom is a tyrant.
The empire of custom is most mighty.
Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.
People do more from custom than from reason.
People usually think according to their inclinations, speak according to their learning and ingrained opinions, but generally act according to custom.
Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
Custom reconciles us to everything.
Custom, that unwritten law, By which the people keep even kings in awe.
Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.
Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
Custom, then, is the great guide of human life.