Quotes About Hospitality

the Welshman allowed it to eat into the vitals of his visitors

A kindly courtesy does at least save one's feelings, even if it is not professing to stand for a welcome.

If a stranger called and interrupted you, you said with your hearty tongue, I'm glad to see you, and said with your heartier soul, I wish you were with the cannibals and it was dinner-time. When

Salle. The white man and the red man struck hands and entertained each other during three days. Then, to the admiration

The hotel-keeper, the postmaster, the blacksmith, the mayor, the constable, the city marshal and the principal citizen and property holder, all came out and greeted us cheerily, and we gave him good day.

Mary Jane she set at the head of the table, with Susan alongside of her, and said how bad the biscuits was, and how mean the preserves was, and how ornery and tough the fried chickens was—and all that kind of rot, the way women always do for to force out compliments;

They did not speak until the reception at the Marriott. The walls were edged with tables of blini, fish pie, and piroshki.

In London, too, there's always someone dropping in, but not here - it's too awkward a place to get to. I like people to come and stay. I'm not anti-social; I'm just unsocial.

Sitting here, with wine and food and surrounded by friends as generations must have done before us in this very place, makes all the world's troubles seem very far away.

they can come down to your flat for a visit, and, worst of all, all they can talk

Sit down, please. It makes me tired to see you stand there.

Pray take this chair by the fire, Mr. Baker. It is a cold night, and I observe that your circulation is more adapted for summer than for winter.

Why," said I, glancing up at my companion, "that was surely the bell. Who could come tonight? Some friend of yours, perhaps?" "Except yourself I have none," he answered. "I do not encourage visitors.

Is this how you act toward your honored guest? You must take him out onto the street and walk him around a bit to wake him up. The cold will do him good. He's lying in the snow. Isn't that cold enough?

ANN: Nobody was dressed so he drove over to the depot to pick up my brother. SUE: Oh, your brother's in? ANN: Yeah, they ought to be here any minute now. Will you have a cold drink? SUE: I will, thanks. Ann goes to table and pours. My husband. Too hot to drive me to beach.—Men are like little boys; for the neighbors they'll always cut the grass.

Here come the guests. Keep calm, now, and we'll go on playing our old roles.

I just want to come and sit on your front porch and drink mint juleps.

Olives are the wishbones of the cocktail world; rarely are they freely passed along to somebody else.

Dennis asked, "Do you enjoy jazz? Because I love it, and I know of a place downtown where we could go." "And then we can have broken glass and arsenic for dinner!" I felt like replying, because I barely tolerated jazz when I encountered it in elevators or dental offices. But I considered that when you meet somebody who really loves something, the high-road thing to do is to try to love it, too, so I wrote back, "That sounds great!

People never bothered to pay attention to those who served them. Waiters and drivers were the most invisible people in the world.

He seemed as graciously at home as in the best restaurants of the city; his elegance had an odd quality here—it did not insult the place, but seemed to transform it, like the presence of a king who never alters his manner, yet makes a palace of any house he enters.

King said, "Come. Sit. Have some more drinks. Colonel Kalinski, will you sort that out? You

President Bush, have a hot dog with me.

The trick of being a good guest is never to ask any questions about the composition of the household. Hosts, even the grandest, are nervous creatures and interpret curiosity as evidence of dissatisfaction.