Quotes About Etiquette

We don't have phones at the dinner table.

Britons are very respectful - if they want to take a photo, they ask politely.

A long, long time ago, I was in front of the 'Mona Lisa' and I heard someone saying, 'Ugh! Take your photo and go!' And it bummed me out. Shouldn't there be more of a reverent experience?

I don't need a coach to tell me what to say. I need a coach to figure out what kind of shirt to wear and how to look at the camera and how to avoid, you know, picking your nose on camera.

People do that on Facebook and it's the dumbest thing in the world. I don't care what your dinner looks like. Stop cluttering up the Internet with pictures of your dinner.

I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.

If I was a pig to work with I would never get asked back.

Sometimes I pine for the era of Miss Manners, when there were hard and fast rules dictating a well-bred individual's behaviour in any given situation.

A woman comes to a table, and you're supposed to get up. Period. But I don't always do it. In general, you're supposed to do it every time. But sometimes you're seated against the wall, and it's awkward.

I want minimum information given with maximum politeness.

You can propose marriage naked or in handcuffs, but no one is going to agree to forsake all others for a man in shorts. You can't declare war in shorts or deliver a eulogy in shorts.

Car horns were invented to warn other drivers of your presence, not to express displeasure or greetings.

When I first joined Google in October of 2005, I was warned that I shouldn't be offended if people were doing their e-mails while a meeting was going on.

You never ask a Maasai warrior how many cattle he has; it's like asking someone how much money they've got in their bank account.

Many people see the chance to eat something for nothing, without the need to cook or wash up, as the great consolation of going out to dinner. But they forget quite how difficult it is to talk to a stranger and eat at the same time.

If you don't wash dishes properly, you will get ill. And you will lose friends because they'll come to your house, you'll give them tea in a filthy cup, and they'll never see you again.

If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I'd hear a loud 'A-hem!' from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.

The grandfather clock struck the half hour. She must be away. Glancing from Mama to Mrs. Smith to Mrs. Astor, she did the only polite thing she could do. She rolled her eyes back in her head, exhaled a loud gasp and swooned out of her chair.

He grinned. "Hey." "Who are you?" I snapped, jerking the sides of my robe together and tying the sash. His eyebrows shot up. "Most people I know respond to a greeting with another greeting.

Henry Ford inviting job candidates to dinner and watching them eat. He never hired the man who salted his food before tasting it.

We've become much more casual and much more relaxed in social interactions, where there was a formality and maybe a kind of respect at that time that doesn't exist now.

Each day, each one of us chooses not to do many things that would be legal but offensive to those around us.

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth

Manners require time, as nothing is more vulgar than haste.