In Hollywood, not to have an analyst is virtually an admission of failure.
I have no use for people who exhibit manners.
Do not smoke without asking permission or sit so near (as in a train) that the smoke might annoy.
Do not speak of repulsive matters at table.
One face to the world, another at home - makes for misery.
Only a great fool or a great genius is likely to flout all social grace with impunity, and neither one, doing so, makes the most comfortable companion.