Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter what fork you use.

The most vulgar slang is scarcely worse than the attempted elegance which those unused to good society imagine to be the evidence of cultivation.

Custom is a mutable thing; yet we readily recognize the permanence of certain social values. Graciousness and courtesy are never old-fashioned.

Houses without personality are a series of walled enclosures with furniture standing around in them. Other houses are filled with things of little intrinsic value, even with much that is shabby and yet they have that inviting atmosphere.

It is impossible for a hatless woman to be chic.

Jealousy is the suspicion of one's own inferiority.

Manners are made up of trivialities of deportment which can be easily learned if one does not happen to know them.