Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.

It's Not Life That Counts But The Fortitude You Bring Into It.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

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.

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.

When Man Evolved Pity, He Did A Queer Thing - Deprived Himself Of The Power Of Living Life As It Is Without Wishing It To Become Something Different.