Society Is Built On Marriage ... Marriage

Beginnings Are Always Messy.

When A Forsyte Was Engaged, Married, Or Born, The Forsytes Were Present; When A Forsyte Diedbut No Forsyte Had As Yet Died; They Did Not Die; Death Being Contrary To Their Principles, They Took Precautions Against It, The Instinctive Precautions Of Highly Vitalised Persons Who Resent Encroachments On Their Property.

Justice Is A Machine That, When Some One Has Once Given It The Starting Push, Rolls On Of Itself.

The Talked-about Is Always The Last To Hear The Talk . . .

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.