the wealthy ... live in marble mausoleums surrounded by the suspicions and neuroses that have replaced the medieval moats which once isolated so-called aristocrats from reality.

Someone has said that life itself is a party: you join after it's started and you leave before it's finished.

People who have escaped from poverty are like old soldiers. In later years they recount the little, amusing incidents that happened infrequently, and conveniently forget the long, unrelieved stretches of misery and boredom.

To get fifty people to a cocktail party in New York, you ask one hundred. In Hollywood, you invite twenty.

Anatomize the character of a successful hostess and the knife will lay bare the fact that she owes her position to one of three things: either she is liked, or she is feared, or she is important.

Keep your talent in the dark and you'll never be insulted.

Good manners spring from just one thing - kind impulses.