Good manners reflect something from inside-an innate sense of consideration for others and respect for self.

Ideal conversation must be an exchange of thought, and not, as many of those who worry most about their shortcomings believe, an eloquent exhibition of wit or oratory.

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter what fork you use.

Nothing is less important than which fork you use. Etiquette is the science of living. It embraces everything. It is ethics. It is honor.

If you are hurt, whether in mind or body, don't nurse your bruises. Get up, and light-heartedly, courageously, good-temperedly, get ready for the next encounter.

To make a pleasant and friendly impression is not alone good manners, but equally good business.

Never think, because you cannot write a letter easily, that it is better not to write at all. The most awkward note imaginable is better than none.

Manners are like primary colors, there are certain rules and once you have these you merely mix, i.e., adapt, them to meet changing situations.

The attributes of a great lady may still be found in the rule of the four S's: Sincerity, Simplicity, Sympathy, and Serenity.

Manner is personality—the outward manifestation of one’s innate character and attitude toward life.

Whenever two people come together and their behavior affects one another, you have etiquette.

To make or not to make a choice is still considered you made a choice as it was choice to choose or not to choose to make a choice.

Every life contains a novel.

A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man's heart through half the year.

Every habit he's ever had is still there in his body, lying dormant like flowers in the desert. Given the right conditions, all his old addictions would burst into full and luxuriant bloom.

I don't know why women want any of the things men have when one the things that women have is men.

When you know the lyrics to a tune, you have some kind of insight as to it's composition.

for nothing can be more reasonable, than that slaves and flatterers should exact the same taxes on all below them, which they themselves pay to all above them.

I have only been seeking to get them to the negotiating table and, thank God, that's where they are.

There is no coming to heaven with dry eyes.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.