Politeness decrees that you must listen to be kind intelligence decrees that you must listen to learn.

A balanced guest list of mixed elements is to a successful party what the seasoning is to a culinary triumph.

In Rome people seem to love with more zest, murder with more imagination, submit to creative urges more often, and lose the sense of logic more easily than in any other place.

The perfect classroom is Paris.

Good taste is synonymous with success in all fields of life. It's not a question of money, but of a trained eye.

There is no substitute for the riches gained on a lifetime basis by the young American who studies or works abroad.

if the right man does not come along, there are many fates far worse. One is to have the wrong man come along.

Women have to be a lot smarter and brighter and have to work a lot harder to prepare themselves. They have to watch what they do and how they behave. It's not a free world yet.

the person talking to you never looks directly at you, but rather around the room, searching for the answer to the universal cocktail party question, 'Who's here tonight?

At home, we're listening to TV or playing with our computers, so our entertaining is rusting. We don't know how to be good hosts and guests in business situations.

Tea time is a chance to slow down, pull back and appreciate our surroundings.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.

The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.

No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.

A great rock is not disturbed by the wind; the mind of a wise man is not disturbed by either honor or abuse.

But I think that's a particular kind of experience involving a certain immediacy between you and the canvass, you and the particular kind of experience of that particular moment.

I like to sing with people, whether they're good or not.

Television has a conscience. It is how we disseminate our value system.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

People continue to fear dying, only because no one ever has.

What's love got to do with it?