I don't turn to greeting cards for wisdom and advice but they are a fine reflection of the general drift of the culture.

When an opponent comes forward move in and greet him if he wants to pull back send him on his way.

Propaganda in the ordinary sense of the term plays a less important part in a consumer society where people greet all official pronouncements with suspicion.

I try to greet my friends with a drink in my hand a warm smile on my face and great music in the background because that's what gets a dinner party off to a fun start.

I'm part of the party getting the crowd fired up singing songs pouring drinks whatever it takes to get them to have a good time. When I walk into the meet-and-greet someone's always going to have a story a sad story or a happy story.

Being identified as a poet in France or Denmark or India one is greeted with gracious respect.

And the greeter is what sets the tone for this company and I've been on TV a little bit this morning.

Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing though chilled to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.

I sat with him for three hours and we did not exchange a single word. At the end he handed me as he had done before an envelope with money in it. It would have been much nicer if he had enclosed a greeting or a loving word. I would have been so pleased if he had.

Love consists in this that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.