Vicious habits are so odious and degrading that they transform the individual who practices them into an incarnate demon.—Cicero.
Unless the habit leads to happiness, the best habit is to contract none.—Zimmerman.
The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny.—George D. Boardman.
Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature, as the common saying is; but unskillfully and unmethodically directed, it will be as it were the ape of nature, which imitates nothing to the life, but only clumsily and awkwardly.—Bacon.
That beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly.—George Eliot.
Habits are the daughters of action, but they nurse their mothers, and give birth to daughters after her image, more lovely and prosperous.—Jeremy Taylor.
Hair.—The hair is the finest ornament women have. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning.—Luther.
Her head was bare, but for her native ornament of hair, which in a simple knot was tied above; sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!—Dryden.
The robe which curious nature weaves to hang upon the head.—Dekker.
Robed in the long night of her deep hair.—Tennyson.