Custom is a violent and treacherous school mistress. She, by little and lithe, slyly and unperceived, slips in the foot of her authority; but having by this gentle and humble beginning, with the benefit of time, fixed and established it, she then unmasks a furious and tyrannic countenance, against which we have no more the courage or the power so much as to lift up our eyes.
Michel de MontaigneIf faces were not alike, we could not distinguish men from beasts; if they were not different, we could not tell one man from another.
Michel de MontaigneNo pleasure is fully delightful without communications, and no delight absolute except imparted.
Michel de Montaigne