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

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

The letter we all love to receive is one that carries so much of the writer’s personality that she seems to be sitting beside us, looking at us directly and talking just as she really would, could she have come on a magic carpet, instead of sending her proxy in ink-made characters on mere paper.

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

No rule of etiquette is of less importance than which fork we use.

Jealousy is the suspicion of one's own inferiority.

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.