everyone old enough to have a secret is entitled to have some place to keep it.

Most people who work at home find they do not have the benefit of receptionists who serve as personal guards

If it's against state law, it's generally considered a breach of Etiquette.

Adorable children are considered to be the general property of the human race. Rude children belong to their mothers.

It's far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.

The family dinner table is the cornerstone of civilization and those who 'graze' from refrigerators or in front of the television sets are doomed to remain in a state of savagery.

Ideological differences are no excuse for rudeness.

We are born charming fresh and spontaneous and must be civilized before we are fit to participate in society.

If you can't be kind, at least be vague.

When virtues are pointed out first, flaws seem less insurmountable.

Society cannot exist without etiquette ... It never has, and until our own century, everybody knew that.

Canada is the place where maple syrup is its own food group.

Brave Americans in past wars didn't die for the actual flag--they died for the freedom it represents, including the freedom to burn it.

I'm sure that if we had enough sophistication, someone could look at what my changes in brain structure were as I came to feel more deeply in love.

It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

Morality is not a large, constructed *thing* you have or have not, but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands.

I was dating a transvestite, and my mother said, "Marry him, you'll double your wardrobe."

At this point, I'm happy to be part of something special. As an actor I liked to choose scripts that I'm passionate about.

We have a 'now you see Him, now you don't' God. We have Himself clothed in visions, in dreams, in metaphors, in parables, in the poetry of the Bible, and in all the ordinariness of the lives we live.

Alzheimer's disease locks all the doors and exits. There is no reprieve, no escape.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.