"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am!"
It's not love—but she's important to me. I find myself listening for her footsteps down the hallway whenever she's been out.
Of course married life is merely a habit, a bad habit. But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
People have been scared so long they can't even remember what it's like not to be scared any more.
Basically what we do in life I is reduced to subconscious routines.
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