The truth is: I was lost in him. I had gone from losing one of the most important people in my life and then losing someone I loved a month later. I wrapped myself in people, in lust, in the idea of love. I met him and I met a gentlemen, and when I found out who he truly was, I was still in love with the gentleman and justified all of his actions.

About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman's education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.

I never swear, Monseigneur. I say Yes or No, and as I am a gentleman, I keep my word.

What d'you suppose I care if I'm a gentleman or not? If I were a gentleman I shouldn't waste my time with a vulgar slut like you.

My greatest privilege is being married to a gentle loving husband. I am very grateful God made our path cross.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain.

To be a gentleman is to be oneself, all of a seam, on camera and off.

Repose and cheerfulness are the badge of the gentleman,-repose in energy.

To a gentleman, a gentleman-someone who dies without ever pronouncing the word-is a man who climbs Everest, never mentions it to a soul, and listens politely to Pochet's account of how in 1937 in spite of his sciatica, he conquered the Puy de Dome.

Anyone can be heroic from time to time, but a gentleman is something you have to be all the time. Which isn't easy.