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You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let read more
You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.
No man ever looks at the world with pristine eyes. He sees it edited by a definite set of customs read more
No man ever looks at the world with pristine eyes. He sees it edited by a definite set of customs and institutions and ways of thinking.
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feelings and our manners and rules the world with the read more
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feelings and our manners and rules the world with the hand of a despot.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Every age, every culture, every custom and tradition has its own character, its own weakness and its own strength, its read more
Every age, every culture, every custom and tradition has its own character, its own weakness and its own strength, its beauties and cruelties; it accepts certain sufferings as matters of course, puts up patiently with certain evils. Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.
We do everything by custom, even believe by it; our very axioms, let us boast of free-thinking as we may, read more
We do everything by custom, even believe by it; our very axioms, let us boast of free-thinking as we may, are oftenest simply such beliefs as we have never heard questioned.
The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow--so arbitrary are these transient laws.
The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow--so arbitrary are these transient laws.
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feeling and our manners, and rules us with the imperious read more
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feeling and our manners, and rules us with the imperious hand of a despot
Custom is the plague of wise men and the idol of fools.
Custom is the plague of wise men and the idol of fools.
