My lasting impression of Truman Capote is that he was a terribly gentle terribly sensitive and terribly sad man.

A tramp a gentleman a poet a dreamer a lonely fellow always hopeful of romance and adventure.

This is the final test of a gentleman: his respect for those who can be of no possible service to him.

I like to be bought flowers and taken out for dinner. I like a man to be a gentleman. I don't like to be treated as if I am brainless. I like to be respected and to give respect.

The final test of a gentleman is his respect for those who can be of no possible service to him.

Gentleness self-sacrifice and generosity are the exclusive possession of no one race or religion.

The truth does not require a majority to prevail ladies and gentlemen. The truth is its own power. The truth will out. Never forget that.

Idealism is the noble toga that political gentlemen drape over their will to power.

It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert gentle and discriminating friends who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.

Gentlemen have talked a great deal of patriotism. A venerable word when duly practiced.