The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

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.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.