“Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.”

“Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.”

“There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.”

“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”

“ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.) God have pity on me! VLADIMIR: (vexed). And me? ESTRAGON: On me! On me! Pity! On me!”

“Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.”

“To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.”