Class is an aura of confidence that is being sure without being cocky. Class has nothing to do with money. Class never runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It's the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life.

Problems are inevitable. Misery is a choice.

A man spends the first half of his life learning habits that shorten the other half.

Friends with benefits? More than friends? Don't sample the goodies unless you're willing to risk addiction and withdrawal.

Class is considerate of others. It knows that good manners is nothing more than a series of petty sacrifices.

If criticism is needed, do it tactfully. Don't use a sledgehammer when a fly swatter will do the job.

I was naive, but I certainly was not duplicitous.