Elsa Maxwell (May 24, 1883 – November 1, 1963) was an American gossip columnist and author, songwriter, and professional hostess renowned for her parties for royalty and high society figures of her day.
Good manners - the longer I live the more convinced I am of it - are a priceless insurance against failure and loneliness. And anyone can have them.
To get fifty people to a cocktail party in New York, you ask one hundred. In Hollywood, you invite twenty.
Good manners spring from just one thing - kind impulses.
don't try for wit. Settle for humor. You'll last longer.
Nothing spoils a good party like a genius.
The loudest psalm singer in the congregation always is a reformed sinner.
Etiquette-a fancy word for simple kindness.
Protocol may be defined as the code of etiquette which protects royalty from the competition of intellectual and social superiors.
I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life.
[On Hollywood:] I had gone there expecting to see parties that reflected the stock-in-trade of the movies - glamour. Instead, I found the same attitude toward parties that European peasants had for baths. It was something to be done methodically every Saturday night.
Down with boredom. It has to go.
Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband.
Keep your talent in the dark and you'll never be insulted.
Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate.
Only those who have earned leisure know how to use it profitably.
People who have escaped from poverty are like old soldiers. In later years they recount the little, amusing incidents that happened infrequently, and conveniently forget the long, unrelieved stretches of misery and boredom.
Serve the dinner backward, do anything - but for goodness sake, do something weird.
The cocktail party is easily the worst invention since castor oil
Fight fire with fire. If you must have bores, always put them together or at the same table. . . bores have an effervescent chemical reaction on one another at a party. They invariably have a marvelous time trading banalities in the absence of competition. Clichés roll trippingly off the tongue like sparkling epigrams and trite observations acquire depth sinking into receptive minds.