The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy, the building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.

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

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

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.

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

Headlines twice the size of the events.

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