Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it's started and leave before it's finished. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Someone has said that life itself is a party: you join after it's started and you leave before it's finished. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Fight fire with fire. If you must have bores, always put them together or at the same table ... bores have an effervescent chemical… — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Serve the dinner backward, do anything - but for goodness sake, do something weird. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Giving parties is a trivial avocation, but it pays the dues for my union card in humanity. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
People who have escaped from poverty are like old soldiers. In later years they recount the little, amusing incidents that happened infrequently, and conveniently… — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Good manners - the longer I live the more convinced I am of it - are a priceless insurance against failure and loneliness. And… — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Protocol may be defined as the code of etiquette which protects royalty from the competition of intellectual and social superiors. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
A bore is a vacuum cleaner of society, sucking up everything and giving nothing. Bores are always eager to be seen talking to you. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it's started and leave before it's finished. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
the wealthy ... live in marble mausoleums surrounded by the suspicions and neuroses that have replaced the medieval moats which once isolated so-called aristocrats… — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
Existence is a party. You join after its started and you leave before its finished. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
The loudest psalm singer in the congregation always is a reformed sinner. — Elsa Maxwell Copy Share Image
