Harry Faversham: In England, the white feather is the mark of a coward.
Dr. Harraz: Ah, I see. Then why worry? Be a coward and be happy.
Harry Faversham: No, Doctor. I have been a coward, and I wasn't happy.
Ethne Burroughs: Some people are born free. They can do as they like without concern for consequences. But you were not born free, Harry, and nor was I. We were born into a tradition, a code which we must obey even if we do not believe. And we must obey it, Harry, because the pride and happiness of everyone surrounding us depends upon our obedience.
Harry Faversham: I quite understand. There should be four feathers here.
General Faversham: First time for a hundred years there hasn't been a Faversham in the army and look at the mess they make! I'm too old, the boy's too young.
Dr. Sutton: Many a man is haunted by some fear.
Harry Faversham: With me it was more than fear. My father despised me. He believed me to be a coward. His belief turned fear into reality.
General Faversham: There's no place in England for a coward.
