For email, the old postcard rule applies. Nobody else is supposed to read your postcards, but you'd be a fool if you wrote anything private on one.

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.

We have been trying to solve every ill of society as though society were made up of regenerate men to whom we had an obligationto speak with Christian advice.

If you asked me to marry you all over again today I'd say yes, said Valentine.And if I had only met you for the first time today, I'd ask.

If I want a man I'll go to a cheap bar, like any other sane woman. I, for one, haven't hit rock bottom.

It 'appens to be true. An' if'n yew want ter stay moi friend, yew'd best 'old yer turpitudinous twaddle of a tongue an' listen fer once.

The principal challenge we face is to go up the value- and domain-skill chain and build a strong consultancy front end and, also, to globalize our leadership much more.

Next to creating a life the finest thing a man can do is save one.

Urging humans to be superhumans, on pain of death and torture, is the urging of terrible self-abasement at their repeated and inevitable failure to keep the rules.

Every day you teach attitude.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?