Madness is a divine release of the soul from the yoke of custom and convention.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
The universality of a custom is pledge of its worth.
Custom is, to think a handsome thing in private but tame it down in the utterance.
It is an old custom of these people to pick up a stone and toss it on the pile. Perhaps it is a symbolical lightening of the load they carry, perhaps a small offering to the gods of the trails.
I have myself, for many years, made it a practice to read through the Bible once ever year. . . . My custom is, to read four to five chapters every morning immediately after rising from my bed. I employs about an hour of my time.
Those that will combat use and custom by the strict rules of grammar do but jest
Morality makes stupid. - Custom represents the experiences of men of earlier times as to what they supposed useful and harmful - but the sense for custom (morality) applies, not to these experiences as such, but to the age, the sanctity, the indiscussability of the custom. And so this feeling is a hindrance to the acquisition of new experiences and the correction of customs: that is to say, morality is a hindrance to the development of new and better customs: it makes stupid.
Experience is the mother of custom.
Morality is the custom of one's country and the current feeling of one's peers.
How many things both just and unjust are sanctioned by custom?
Very little of the great cruelty shown by men can really be attributed to cruel instinct. Most of it comes from thoughtlessness or inherited habit. The roots of cruelty, therefore, are not so much strong as widespread. But the time must come when inhumanity protected by custom and thoughtlessness will succumb before humanity championed by thought. Let us work that this time may come.
Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.
Custom adapts itself to expediency.
Custom doth make dotards of us all.
Custom is second nature.
If you explain so clearly that nobody can misunderstand, somebody will. If you're right 90% of the time, why quibble about the remaining 3%? In Africa some of the native tribes have a custom of beating the ground with clubs and uttering spine chilling cries. Anthropologists call this a form of primitive self-expression. In America we call it golf.
Custom, though never so ancient, without truth, is but an old error.
One aspect of fast London life I have never understood, for example, is the custom of the gym. Why do people go to gyms?
Custom is the law of fools.