Custom is a prison, locked and barred by those who long ago were dust, the keys of which are in the keeping of the dead.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
'Custom is the great deadener.' There is no doubt that we of the white race are going on obliviously supporting customs that would seem abhorrent and incredible to a higher and more brotherly civilization.
Actually I like the idea of being a Renaissance hack. If tombstones were still in style, I would want to have the two words chiseled right under my name.
Vaults and caskets are not the law; they are the policy of individual cemeteries. Vaults prevent the settling of the dirt around the body, thus making landscaping more uniform and cost effective. As an added bonus, vaults can be customized and sold at a markup. Faux marble? Bronze? Take your pick, family.
Laws are subordinate to custom.
The way that people dress makes them part of an army, dressed in their own uniform, determined to do something.
In those days secrets were well kept.
Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, it means that the dead are living.
Custom, that unwritten law, By which the people keep even kings in awe.
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
Custom is our nature. What are our natural principles but principles of custom?