We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

The French cook; we open tins.

There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London. Such was not quite the condition of Timothy's on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy's soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte's body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.

Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.

I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.