Livvy noted there seemed some communal feeling between the married: any wife could be faintly rude to anyone else's husband.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.

Spiritual strength and passion, when accompanied by bad manners, only provoke loathing.

If somebody tells you an obviously untrue story, on the Continent you would remark, You are a liar, Sir, and a rather dirty one at that. In England you just say Oh, is that so? Or That's rather an unusual story, isn't it?

A man must have very eminent qualities to hold his own without being polite.

Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.